Evelyn Crawford suppressed her laughter and asked, "Isn't a wet nurse supposed to feed the baby with milk? If you won't let me feed her this way, then how am I supposed to do it?"
"Express it into a bottle and feed her!" Jasper Bollock said in a muffled voice.
"But the milk will spoil that way; breastfeeding directly is best."
Jasper Bollock furrowed his brow. Is that so?
He hadn't heard such a thing before.
"Besides, I don't know how to express milk." Evelyn Crawford's eyes twinkled, and in a feigned innocent tone, she asked, "So... will you help me express?"
Jasper Bollock was taken aback, instantly picturing himself helping the wet nurse express milk—what an outrageous thought...
And yet, the wet nurse beside him, Idris Hatten, looked so pure and innocent, watching him with those eyes full of cautious simplicity.
That made him, Jasper Bollock, feel downright lecherous.
Jasper Bollock clenched his fist awkwardly and coughed a few times.
