My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

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

about Miss Reinhart?

head slightly to dismiss the thought, but the

surprise how Nicholas carried Tessa in a

felt weightless, she gasped and began to struggle, shouting,

think

stiffened as he turned to tell Edward, “Keep an

with Gregory’s hand firmly grasped

Nicholas and Tessa

of them entered the hospital, after

wounds and did several

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

sprained his ankle when he jumped from a

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

you change

sign of relief when she heard this,

told you it would be fine, but you had to put your big

put my foot anywhere. I’m just doing

Gregory from worrying

pointed bitterly: “And I wouldn’t even devote a thought to

Gregory.”

looked at the boy, who had been holding his hand

to soothe the

frustration she had been feeling

to the little one. She reached out indulgently and

fine now, honey. Don’t worry about

however, was obviously not happy that she

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