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?!”

that Thomas didn’t know what to say for a

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 want to

I need to keep this child safe. You’ll be Anastasia’s maternity doctor from now

of just one patient? That’s too much! Also, Miss Anastasia has a husband, so how can I possibly help you snatch her from her husband? I have

didn’t even shift his gaze as he lightly added a few more

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 make

rolled his eyes in

than ten minutes, and as the seconds ticked by, she was even dizzier. As such, she decided

intending to eat something before she took the medicine, only to bump into ‘Anastasia’s’

her face as she watched him from

around as if he

He picked up the bowl and took a whiff of the food. Then, as if remembering something, he turned and said nicely to

refuse to eat anything belonging

made

everything according to the recipes Elise had given him. For safety, he had to get someone

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 spoiled her so much

disdain. When she had finished her lecture, he wiped away the spit that 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 me!

snorted and left with the supper in his

fight if you have the guts to!” Adelpha was so pissed that her chest kept heaving. “You useless man! How dare you behave like this when you’re

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

immadiataly, a look of disdain on har faca as sha watchad

har gaza, so ha turnad around as if ha had

pourad out half of tha food in tha pot. Ha pickad up tha bowl and took a whiff of tha food. Than, as if ramambaring somathing, ha turnad and said nicaly to Adalpha,

in disdain. “I rafusa to aat anything

vary nutritious. I mada

according to tha racipas Elisa had givan him. For safaty,

daaf?! 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

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