Pampered by My Secret Husband

Jim Jones drove the car to the park, taking her for a stroll in the park, which was bustling with activity. The elderly were walking birds, the young were walking dogs, and Grandpa and Grandma were practicing Tai Chi.

Today happened to be the weekend, with children learning to skateboard, falling over time and time again, but getting up to continue.

The tenacious appearance was amusing to watch.

Fluffy Zane kept her gaze on the chubby little fellow, fortunately equipped with knee and elbow pads, so despite many falls, was not hurt.

”Fluffy, do you want to play?”

Fluffy Zane raised her eyes to look at Jim Jones and seeing that he was not joking, she immediately shook her head, ”No, I don’t know how to play.”

”I’ll teach you.” Jim Jones grabbed her hand and was ready to guide her forward.

Fluffy Zane hastily broke away from his hand, ”Jim, I really don’t know how, nor do I want to learn.”

Jim Jones didn’t force her, patting her head, ”Then watch me play for a while.”

”Okay.”

Jim Jones approached and said something to the little boy, who gladly lent him the skateboard.

Jim had played skateboarding during his time overseas with classmates, and played quite competently.

Once he stylishly stepped on the skateboard, which had defied control under the little boy’s feet, it became seemingly intelligent under Jim’s.

He skated extremely smoothly, even doing tricks.

The little boy’s chubby cheeks flushed red with excitement, clapping incessantly, ”Elder Brother, you’re awesome!”

The little boy’s other companions gathered around, unanimously watching Jim Jones.

With both hands behind his back, Jim stood on the skateboard, elegantly arriving in front of Fluffy Zane, pulling out a flower from behind, presenting it to her, ”Fluffy, this is for you.”

Fluffy Zane accepted the flower, crying and laughing, ”Where’d you pick it from?”

”Shh, I picked it secretly, don’t let those little brats hear, it wouldn’t be good for them.”

Soon, Jim returned to the little boy and handed the skateboard back to him.

As a form of payment, he taught the little boy how to skateboard.

Fluffy Zane sat on the long bench, watching Jim crouched by the little boy, patiently teaching him techniques and tips.

It was clear he liked kids very much and was quite patient, his focused demeanor reminiscent of a teacher, diligently instructing his student.

After a while, Jim returned and sat down beside her, ”What are you thinking about?”

Fluffy Zane blurted out, ”I was thinking, do you really like children?”

”You found me out.” Jim chuckled softly, ”Overseas, they don’t advocate late marriage and late childbearing, so many of my friends have already upgraded to fatherhood, and I’ve become an Uncle.”

”Since you like kids so much, haven’t you thought of having some yourself?”

Asking this question was entirely an intuitive follow-up from Fluffy Zane.

After asking it, she was somewhat embarrassed, wanting to retract the question but clearly it was too late.

A spoken word is like water spilled out, impossible to retrieve.

Jim turned his head, his eye color gleaming as he looked at her with a teasing smile, ”I actually want to have kids earlier, but unfortunately... no one wants to give me one now.”

Fluffy Zane awkwardly shifted the topic, ”Weren’t we going to take a walk? Don’t just sit around, let’s take a couple laps.”

Jim shook his head with a helpless smile, ”Alright.”

They took two laps around the park and played on the fitness equipment for a while before heading home.

After dropping her off at the Zane Family mansion, Jim returned to the car, sitting quietly for a long time, before giving a rueful smile and starting the engine to leave.