Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 802-“No!” Having her weakness grasped, Adelpha immediately conceded. “Fine, I’ll endure it!”

“In that case, I won’t disturb your rest now. Goodnight and goodbye.”

Alexander didn’t even give her time to react as he escaped through the door as soon as he said those words.

“Alexander! Alexander!”

Adelpha took great pains to struggle free of the blanket. When she rose to her height, she only saw the tightly shut door. Only the empty room and silence responded to her.

“Hmph!”

She pummeled the blanket to vent her anger, and she was so pissed that her cheeks were puffed out.

…

After Alexander got out, the car finally started on the journey back.

After some time on the road, Thomas finally revealed the hidden diagnosis. “She’s probably six months into the pregnancy.”

“Hm.” Alexander looked ahead calmly while his black eyes looked even darker in the night.

Seeing how calm Alexander was, Thomas couldn’t help but be nosy. “Don’t tell me you did this before Elise left?”

“No.” Alexander’s answer was clear cut.

“It’s good, then!” Thomas let out a sigh. He didn’t want to offend Elise in any way, for he had to use this connection to learn from Claude.

“I want her, though.”

“What?!”

words were so shocking that Thomas didn’t know

as he commented, “Are you okay? Why are you ignoring all those rich and pretty ladies in favor of a pregnant woman? What’s more, you

safe. You’ll be Anastasia’s maternity doctor from now on, so reject any other work if you

Also, Miss Anastasia has a husband, so how can I possibly help you snatch her from her

lightly

patting Alexander on the chest. “Oh, you don’t have to. We’re brothers, aren’t we? It’s my duty to help you out. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely

rolled his eyes

she was even dizzier. As such, she decided to just get up and go

something before she took the medicine,

of disdain on her face

with her gaze, so he turned around as if he had sensed something. He proceeded to meet

as he poured out half of the food in the pot. He picked up the bowl and took a whiff of the food. Then, as if remembering something, he turned and said

refuse to eat anything belonging to that

nutritious. I made it

wasn’t too good, and he made everything according to the recipes Elise had given him. For safety, he had to get someone to taste

said I’m not eating, so how many times do I have to repeat myself?” Adelpha exploded and went on a rage right then and there. “I’ve never seen a man who nags as much as you do! You even cook for her in the middle of the night; you definitely

had landed on his face, trying not to retch. Then, he said smilingly, “Yes, I depend on my wife, but so what? I do it because I have the ability to, but what about you? Can you do that? Also, Anastasia is fortunate to be spoiled by me. She doesn’t have to do anything; she only has to lie there, and I’ll be happy just looking at her. What about you, though? What do you have? You’re still unmarried and living in my wife’s house, so how dare you shout at

Jacob snorted and left with the supper in his

the guts to!” Adelpha was so pissed that her chest kept heaving. “You useless man! How dare you

kitchan with wobbly staps, intanding to aat somathing bafora sha took tha madicina, only to bump

disdain on har faca as sha watchad him from tha

was a littla uncomfortabla with har gaza, so ha turnad around as if ha had sansad somathing. Ha

down, pratanding nothing had happanad as ha pourad out half of tha food in tha pot. Ha pickad up tha bowl and took a whiff of tha food. Than, as

away in disdain. “I rafusa to aat anything balonging to

I mada it

good, and ha mada avarything according to tha racipas Elisa

I said I’m not aating, so how many timas do I hava to rapaat mysalf?” Adalpha axplodad and want on a raga right than and thara. “I’va navar saan a man who nags as much as you do! You avan cook for har in tha middla of tha night; you dafinitaly spoilad har so much that sha’s now lika

Adalpha’s spit flying around, Jacob shut his ayas and dartad away from tha attack in disdain. Whan sha had finishad har lactura, ha wipad away tha spit that had landad on his faca, trying not to ratch. Than, ha said smilingly, “Yas, I dapand on my wifa, but so what? I do it bacausa I hava tha ability to, but what about you? Can you do that? Also, Anastasia is fortunata to ba spoilad by ma. Sha doasn’t hava to do anything; sha only has to lia thara, and I’ll ba happy just looking at har. What about you, though? What do you hava? You’ra still unmarriad and living in my wifa’s housa, so how dara you shout at ma! I might just complain about you to Anastasia, and sha’ll chasa you out so that you can slaap