Chapter 164 The Art Exhibition

Fiona couldn't help laughing and crying at the sight.

She put down her flowers and woke up Ashton.

"Back already?" yawned Ashton.

"Let's each take one and get them to bed." Fiona suggested.

Ashton nodded, still groggy, picked up Charles, who was closest to her, and carried him upstairs.

Charles half-woke, blurred-eyed, saw his mom waving at him, and let his head drop back to sleep.

Fiona, with a smile, scooped up Chicago, who was sleeping like a little piglet, and couldn't resist giving her cute cheek a kiss.

Then she too climbed the stairs.

Fiona gently kissed each of them goodnight, whispered softly that she loved them, and quietly left the room.

"How's it going? Is the project coming together?" Ashton yawned.

"More or less." nodded Fiona.

"I've nearly cleared up my company's affairs, and I can finally rest for a few days." said Ashton, visibly relaxing.

Fiona congratulated her, then abruptly changed the subject, "By the way, I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned resting. A