CHAPTER 122: SUITE

~At the Penthouse Suite~

Isabella

Upon returning to the penthouse suite with our bags of groceries, Max poses a question.

"What did the savage mother say to her son when he informed her that his girlfriend was pregnant?" he inquires as we enter, closing the door behind us.

"You should've used protection?" I jest.

"Good one, but no," he chuckles. "She instead apologized, asking him who the father was."

"Daaammmnnn," I laugh, conceding that it was one of the better jokes. Surprisingly, our banter, initiated at the grocery store, continues to be amusing. "Alright, my turn," I say, placing my bags on the expansive kitchen island. "To make this scenario work, I'll play the mother, and you'll be the son. We'll engage in a short conversation about you seeking permission to hang out with your girlfriend. Other than that, your responses won't impact mine much, so feel free to unleash that creative mind of yours."

"Sounds good," he chuckles, depositing his bags on the island. "Ready when you ar