Chapter 1219

Hazel regretted calling Shawn. She figured that she should have listened to Oliver's punishment before deciding. "Oliver, I'm still not married. I'm not water that's been poured out yet, so you can still discipline me." Oliver, ever serious, responded without hesitation, "200 sit-ups." Hazel was speechless. She turned to Shawn, muttering, "Shawn, we've already obtained our marriage license, right? Legally speaking, you're the only one allowed to control me." Shawn merely chuckled, ignoring Hazel's words. Instead, he rose to his feet, stepped toward Oliver, locked eyes with him for a moment, and then, without saying a single word, snatched Cliff from his arms. With an indulgent smile, Shawn held the tiny bundle close. "Come here, Cliff. Let me hold you for a while." At that moment, Grace and Hazel felt no jealousy toward anyone—except for that little baby who couldn't even talk. After holding Cliff for a bit, Peter suddenly urged Shawn to take Hazel home. Peter was in such