Chapter 392 Sampling
Chloe was a straightforward girl, very conservative, and would never dream of collecting Jonathan's semen for Elsa's DNA test.
The most she could do was, in the quiet of the night after they made love, sneak up with a pair of nose hair scissors to snip a few strands from his sideburns while he slept.
Jonathan was a light sleeper. Chloe held her breath as she carefully picked up a few hairs and made the cut.
The scissors made a slight sound, startling Chloe herself.
She held the hair in her hand, exhaling softly. She reached for the sealed bag on the nightstand, ready to store the hair.
But just then, Jonathan turned over, pinning her beneath him, his eyes wide open and alert.
Caught red-handed, Chloe's face turned crimson.
"I..." Her mind raced, unsure how to respond.
"You like my hair that much?" Jonathan propped himself up on his arm, his gaze so intense it felt like it could swallow her whole.
"I heard that keeping hair together can connect hearts." Chloe's heart pounded as she lied, unwilling to betray Elsa.
She felt utterly embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes darting around, sparkling under the light.
Jonathan's heart swelled with tenderness, almost overflowing.
What had he done to deserve a woman like this?
Jonathan leaned in, kissed her flushed cheek, and then smiled, "Is this little bit enough?"
"More than enough," Chloe whispered.
"Then put it away quickly," Jonathan said, watching as Chloe sealed the few strands of hair in the bag from the nightstand.
"Can't sleep?"
Chloe's cheeks were burning, "A little."
"Then how about we do something else?" Jonathan nuzzled her neck.
Despite the small hiccup, Chloe managed to get the hair sample for Elsa.
Elsa sent the sample to the lab and, like the King family, chose not to mention it again.
During this time, her relationship with Luke had become surprisingly harmonious.
Elsa had stopped live streaming, but her work was busier than ever. The factory was making money, and they had rented a 10,000 square foot office in a high-end building.
She often worked late into the night, and nine times out of ten, when she finally left the office, she would find Luke waiting in the hallway, arms crossed, smiling at her, "Let's grab a late-night snack."
He acted like a husband waiting for his wife to finish her night shift, often taking her to various unique restaurants. By the time they finished eating, it was usually past 11 PM, and he would then drive her home.
At first, Elsa felt a bit embarrassed, as if she, a small business owner, was busier than he, a CEO of a listed company.
But seeing how much Luke enjoyed it, she gradually relaxed.
Their current state was more peaceful and harmonious than ever before.
In the past, when Elsa refused to talk to him properly, Luke would get a bit anxious. Now, perhaps feeling sorry for her hard work, he would kiss her goodnight at her door after their late-night meals.
Over time, Elsa's once gaunt cheeks had filled out a bit, and her usually cool demeanor had softened into something almost endearing.
"I've gained so much weight," she couldn't help but complain to Luke, having gained five pounds in less than two weeks.
Luke, feeling accomplished, pinched her cheeks, "Fattening up my wife is such a joy."
The paternity test results hadn't come back yet, but Giselle arrived in Maplewood City first.
Lara called Elsa, inviting her over for dinner, her tone cheerful.
"You all enjoy your family time, I'll visit Giselle another day," Elsa wanted to avoid any awkwardness.
"Elsa, I brought you a gift," Giselle took the phone, her voice incredibly gentle.
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