Chapter 1189

Johnathan even shook Vonnie in his arms, as if to make sure whether Vonnie had fallen asleep or not.

Vonnie’s sweet dream was disturbed. She raised her hand and slapped Johnathan’s chin, then muttered a sentence and fell back into a deep sleep.

Knowing that Vonnie was indeed completely drunk, Johnathan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I jokingly asked Johnathan, “Are you so afraid that Vonnie will hear your true feelings?”

Johnathan touched his nose and said a little awkwardly, “Such sentimental and cheesy words, I definitely don’t want her to hear. Otherwise, she will make fun of me again.”

Being sentimental and cheesy?

I was laughing to death. Where did his words become so sentimental and cheesy?

Johnathan really couldn’t have a serious conversation. He always turned genuine emotional topics into cheesy ones.

Thinking about the 99 times Vonnie had told me about him proposing to her, I smiled at Johnathan and asked, “How many times have you proposed to Vonnie? Did you succeed?”

Talking about this, a hint of happiness flashed in Johnathan’s eyes.

He said, “I have asked her 98 times already, and there is one last time. I was planning to propose to her these days, but she said she was too tired from filming and needed to rest well. So I wanted to wait until after the wrap-up ceremony to officially ask her for the last time. As expected, after the New Year, you two just wait to attend our wedding banquet, hehe.”

In fact, the so-called “99 proposals” were also Vonnie’s way of testing Johnathan. These 98 attempts have all passed, so it was no surprise that the 99th attempt was successful without any unexpected events.

Oh, I had to start preparing Vonnie’s wedding gift.

Vonnie and Johnathan were finally able to settle down and start a family, which is great.

When I got home, Essie and Roddy were already asleep.

After being away from the children for so many days, and then going straight to a party as soon as I came back, I really missed these two children.

After taking a shower, I quietly went to Essie and Roddy’s room with Reynaldo.

They were still young and had to live in the same room, so there were two beds arranged.

A pink princess bed, a children’s bed in shades of blue.

Roddy slept very well, with his small body under the covers, his hands pressed on top of the covers, sleeping soundly.

I couldn’t help but kiss his forehead. As I straightened up, I saw Reynaldo sitting on the edge of Essie’s bed, staring blankly at Essie.

He was thinking of Essie’s illness.

I walked over, took his hand, and whispered, “Don’t worry, there are still a few years left. We will definitely find a way to save Essie.”

Actually, I was also very anxious and worried.

Every time I think of Essie’s illness, my heart feels like it’s been weighed down by a big stone, very heavy.

But what can we do? We can’t both be so negative.

Reynaldo reached out and hugged my waist, burying his face in my chest.

He remained silent for a long time before murmuring in a muffled voice, “No matter what, I will cure Essie’s illness.”

I pursed my lips and looked at my daughter sleeping soundly on the bed.

Her small body was lying on her side, holding a cute cat doll in her arms, with chubby little arms that were especially adorable.

Essie’s features closely resembled Reynaldo’s. But what is amazing is that those features on Reynaldo’s face looked calm and wise, with a hint of melancholy.