"Honestly, I have no idea how you did it," Ewan Wynne said with a slight frown, hands clasping behind his back.
Eugene looked up blankly, dirt sprayed on his hands and feet from the beetroot he just pulled. "Huh?"
The old man turned his head away, as if too embarrassed about what he had just blurted out. Eugene couldn't see his expression clearly from below, but he could tell the old man was rather tense. Still, the grandfather continued.
"I also married young, and got pregnant young--well, everyone did it young back in my days," the old man said. "We didn't even love each other when I was pregnant with Ashley's father."
Eugene raised his brows. "Was it...an arranged marriage?"
"That was the case for most people back in the day," the old man nodded. "Still, I depended on Cynthia's pheromone to get through it. She was an upright, responsible alpha--well, still is--so I didn't feel sick or unwell."
