"You can spend as much time with them as you want before starting to work. Now, as for getting you pregnant… well, don't worry, I'm not that kind of guy," Ethan said, which only earned him a suspicious look from Hilda.
"You're not that kind of guy, my ass! Don't try to play the saint with me! The first thing you did when I came back to this world was squeeze my ass!" Hilda growled, lifting her chin.
She finally wriggled free from the woman who was still hugging her, giving her two affectionate pats on the back before stepping away.
"I'm not playing the saint." Ethan shrugged, not a hint of regret in his voice. "I'm just addicted to giving love to beautiful women, not to having kids."
"Hm..." Hilda's eyes narrowed.
She stared at him intently, taking her time. Her gaze swept over his handsome face and down the muscles outlined beneath his clothes, lingering a little longer than necessary on his chest and arms.
