My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 69

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 69–Nicholas’ breathing stopped, the softness he was grasping firmly made him a

stupor.

Meanwhile, it didn’t take long for Tessa to come out of his arms. It straightened up, but that made the pain

It was unbearable, so much so that it brought fresh tears to her eyes. He crouched down in hopes of calming down.

his ankle was protesting and, as he breathed through the pain, he grumbled: “Can’t you be a little bit.

less aggressive?”

Nicholas was about to retort when he suddenly looked down and noticed that his ankle was so

swollen like a completely leavened bread dough. In inexplicable anger, he snapped irritably:

“Why are you so stubborn when you are already so badly injured? Are you planning to wait for the

paralysis before being willing to go to the hospital?

She glared at him and snapped mutinously: “Shut up if you don’t want to be the first to meet!

paralyzed!”

“You-” Perplexed by his sharp tongue, he suddenly found himself speechless.

On the side, Edward was looking at them both arguing with wide eyes. I was sick of seeing the

women fawning over and throwing themselves at Nicholas and it was refreshing to see a woman arguing with him over a

time. Not to mention, President Sawyer’s anger seemed to have been born out of worry. ¿It could be

Miss Reinhart? No, that

his head slightly to dismiss the

carried Tessa

weightless, she gasped and began to struggle, shouting, “Let go, Nicholas!

think

ignored her and his jaw stiffened as he turned to tell Edward, “Keep an

Gregory’s hand firmly grasped to his, he

and Tessa

The few of them entered the hospital, after which Nicholas

Tessa’s wounds and

over, the doctor obediently said, “The young lady here will be

note and sprained his ankle

of days of rest will leave her as new. As for the abrasions on your arm,

change the bandage

of relief when she heard

grumbled: “Look, I told you it would be fine, but you had to put your big

want to put my

from worrying about

bitterly: “And I wouldn’t even devote

Gregory.”

been holding his hand during the checkup and blowing on

to soothe the

frustration she had

one. She reached out indulgently and churned

now, honey. Don’t worry about me.

obviously not happy

will be

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