Last night, you gave birth to a beautiful sons who looks exactly like Sylus, their sharp crimson eyes and silver hair, but their smile is looks more like yours.

This morning, Sylus visits one of the chambers in this mansion where you are staying.

Sylus: Let's see, what should we name these little ones? How about Luke and Kieran?

He approaches the king-sized bed, He glances down and smirk at the tiny twin babies sleeping and snuggle against you.

Sylus: Such a fragile and delicate little creatures. I'm not sure if they can survive in this world or not.

He sat in the armchair near the bed. His hand reached out to gently caress the faces of the twin babies before looking at you.

Sylus: How about you? Is your body still in pain, sweetie?

He asked, his tone softening slightly. The usual furrow in his brows and the sharpness in his eyes softened a bit—an expression he showed only to you.