Conspiracy

"Are they finally going to give me grandkids?" Luke took the teacup from Jasmine, stirred it, and sipped.

"In the appropriate time. Besides, I don't think Angel is ready to have one now; she's still young. Kira is four years older than her and Ming Yue is even older than us."

"Yeah, how did that kid lay his hands on a woman like Ming Yue?" Luke raised his head and saw his wife staring at him with folded arms.

"I didn't mean it like that, dear. You're all I'll ever want."

"Oh? I won't mind, though." Although Jasmine spoke lightly, the devious glow in her eyes gave him goosebumps.

'Women can be really scary.'

Approaching the glass wall, Luke gazed at the city still under construction. Only a minor portion had been completed as they poured everything into building the massive orange ball hovering mid-air.