My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 93–“What happened?” Nicholas followed Gregory in confusion and quickly headed to Tessa’s room,

only to see her visibly lying in bed with her breathing agitated and her cheeks abnormally

blushing. Then the man frowned and patted the lady’s cheek, and

He asked, “Hey, are you okay?” As soon as his hand came into contact with his cheek, he realized

that he felt a little feverish. Therefore, he naturally placed his hand on Tessa’s forehead and

He immediately found out that he had a fever. Frowning, he asked, “How do you feel now?”

Tessa opened her eyes, barely clinging to her consciousness. When he understood what was going on, he

found just a few inches from Nicholas’ beautiful, chiseled face. At that time, he was able to

Feeling his heart beat fast, like a jackhammer.

Soon, she felt a little uncomfortable, and immediately tried to get out of bed, just to

weaken at the knees and fall face down. As she screamed inside, she was ready to prepare.

for the impact, but the next second, he felt someone’s muscular arm wrapping around his waist.

shortly before meeting in a warm embrace.

It turned out that Nicholas managed to catch Tessa just in time and put his arms around her. While Tessa

subconsciously looked up and

themselves even closer to him. Looking at

his eyes,

suck it towards them.

a trance when he caught the smell of the fragrance

palm made her feel as if an

run through his body.

he unknowingly squeezed his fingers and tightened his grip, only to let go

the lady to rest. “Well, you can’t

rest a little!” He showed his mastery with his uncompromising tone

time,

Tessa decided to lie back on the

leaned over and lifted Gregory into his arms, speaking

Pretty Lady is not

let her rest.”

and wrapped his arms around

we call a

reminds me of

affirmative hum. “I’ll call the doctor right now.” Then,

they answered the call, Nicholas stepped forward

you free right now? I need your help here

who needed his

be there.” Fifteen minutes later,

“It’s not me, but Miss Bella. She is

who Miss Pretty Lady