Chelsea always kept a pair of slippers in her office for comfort.

At this moment, Melford should count his blessings that she wasn’t wearing leather shoes or stilettos—otherwise, he’d likely be bleeding and crawling out of the office!

“Wait, hear me out! Don’t get mad!”

Sensing things spiraling out of control, Melford quickly tried to explain himself before Chelsea threw him out.

“I didn’t mean I want you to have my child. I meant… I want to borrow a child from you!”

Chelsea arched a brow, her expression cold and sharp.

She seriously doubted this man was speaking human language because she couldn’t make sense of it.

“Borrow a child?...