Julia Land's sense of crisis was acute.
He called her Julia Land.
She immediately covered her face with her hands and, blushing, looked towards the man approaching, "I just thought of the child's name."
The man smiled faintly, sitting beside her, his hand resting on the back of the sofa behind her, "Oh, what's it called?"
Maybe the child will never be born.
"Called James King!" Julia Land excitedly grasped his other arm, looking at him, "Does the child's father think it sounds good?"
"....."
Was this woman joking?
James King?
He glanced down at the hand gripping his arm and fell silent for a moment.
She probably hadn't become suspicious yet.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be so excited to discuss the child's name with him.
Never mind, whether she was suspicious or not, everything would be resolved once Jason arrived tomorrow.
"James Thompson, don't you think James King sounds good, very domineering?"