As the old saying went, a married middle-aged man ranked lower in the family than even a dog.
Despite being a genius scientist, superhero, and billionaire, Tony Stark had begun to encounter this very predicament.
Under Pepper Potts's tyrannical rule, even his favorite swimsuit magazines had to be hidden away so he could sneak a few glances at them.
Having been caught red-handed this time, he could only explain himself at length before barely managing to smooth things over.
After this amusing little domestic comedy came to an end, the two of them gradually calmed down.
Little Selene, meanwhile, stared with her wide, curious eyes as they darted back and forth between her adoptive parents, seemingly trying to figure out what had happened.
But regrettably, the adult world was still far too complicated for her, and her attention was soon drawn away by the toys on the floor.
"So... you and Wanda merely had dinner together, then you took her home? No sleeping together, no kissing, no prolonged hugging or other intimate behavior?" A very strange expression appeared on Tony Stark's face.
Because this was completely unlike most men he knew when they went on dates.
As everyone knew, men were often highly goal-oriented when it came to sex.
They usually did not have much patience and preferred getting straight to the point.
For example, when Tony himself had been younger, he had particularly hated those boring dating games that wasted both time and energy.
He normally used money or fame to make whatever cover girl had caught his eye obediently take off her clothes and climb into bed with him.
In this playboy's eyes, if it all ultimately came down to the "happiness" of the lower half of the body, why not skip those useless preliminary steps and fast-forward