Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1788

Chapter 1788 Taylor is Quite Cute

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"I've taken care of this mess for you. Otherwise, you would be the headline news. Do you want to ruin your reputation as Prince Taylor? Letting people gossip about your carefree attitude and lack of discretion?"

"I've already written my self-criticism. Do you have to keep on about it?" Taylor felt a bit depressed, rebelliously glaring at her. "Go on and mind your own business! Don't hover over me every day!"

"Don't keep staring at Claire." Catherine warned her son again. "She's your sister-in-law, that's an unchangeable fact. You must accept it from the bottom of your heart!"

"I got it!" Taylor was really annoyed. "Hurry up and leave! Stop bringing that up!"

Catherine knew he had taken her words in, so she put down the ointment and calmly said to him, "Then rest well. I'll go check on the progress of the castle's construction."

She had been concerned about this matter all along, checking on it from time to time, because once the castle was built, she had other plans in mind.

After his mother left, Taylor still sat in front of the mirror, playing with the ointment Prince Louis had sent over. Its effect was surprisingly good?

It was like a magical elixir.

He had been through countless bumps and bruises since childhood, the worst being when he fell off his bike and it took four months for his knee to heal.

If he had had this stuff back then, it probably would have only taken three days to recover, right?

So when he heard that this ointment was developed by Louis himself, Taylor inexplicably admired him a bit more. To study medicine to his level was really impressive.

After some consideration, he looked at himself in the mirror. He could go out and see people now. He had been cooped up in the palace recently and needed some fresh air.

So he put down the ointment and got up to leave.

Ten minutes later.

"Brother," Taylor spoke without any awkwardness, using the same address as that day, regardless of whether the other accepted it. There was a firmness in his eyes.

To be honest, Rowan was surprised deep down.

But Taylor's compromise and concession left Rowan unable to be proud or dismissive. He couldn't ignore him, so he asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

"I'm fine with anything," Taylor replied. "I'm not picky about tea. Anything that quenches my thirst will do. I have something to discuss with you today."

Then Rowan instructed the servant, "Brew a pot of Pu'er tea for Prince Taylor."

"Yes."

Then Rowan gestured, "Come and sit over here." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the chair.