Chapter 927

While the Jeffersons were busy wrapping Grace's son into a little bundle, Oliver wrapped Grace into a large one. The peak of winter hadn't even arrived, yet he had her don all the old-fashioned thick padded coats and warm leggings. "I'm not wearing this, darling!" Grace protested. "It doesn't fit my socialite image. You specifically picked such a luxurious car to pick me up from the hospital, but now you're dressing me up like some country bumpkin. No way! I want to look stunning!" "The trend nowadays is rich people with questionable fashion sense," Oliver said, patiently coaxing her. "The worse you look, the richer you are. Now be good and put on another hat." "I already have three hats on! I'm bigger now than I was when I was pregnant!" Grace had imagined that she would leave the hospital looking chic in her flowy dress and sunglasses, exuding an air of sophistication. Yet, she now resembled a walking barrel. "Keep your neck warm. Don't get sick," Oliver said, zipping up her