The Adorable Twins and Their CEO Daddy

“I make you want to puke?!”

Maurice had never felt so humiliated in his life.

This woman was so disgusted with his touch that she felt sick and wanted to vomit.

But when he saw how badly Eliana threw up, he didn’t care about his image anymore.

Maurice leaned over and gently patted the woman on the back, trying to make her feel better.

Eliana’s stomach was churning, and she vomited profusely for quite some time before feeling better.

She turned around to face Maurice’s dark face. She wanted to laugh.

“I didn’t vomit because of you.” Eliana’s face was pale but red. “It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s just that my stomach has been bothering me these days.”

“Bothering you? Why?”

Maurice felt a little better after hearing her explanation.

Eliana became enraged at the mention of her stomachache.

“Well, it’s all because of you! I wouldn’t have had a stomachache if you hadn’t made me eat too much every day.”

She vomited as a result of overeating.

Maurice rubbed his brow and didn’t know what to say. “Why didn’t you stop eating if you couldn’t eat so much?”

“How dare you ask?! Didn’t you threaten the maids to force me to eat more?”

Eliana felt even more aggrieved.

Maurice was dumbfounded.

Her surging emotions caused her to be on the verge of vomiting again. She lay prone on the edge of the bed, retching but unable to spit anything out. It took a long time for her to recover.

“It feels so terrible…” Eliana weakly murmured.

Maurice was so worried. He put his hand on her forehead, not minding her being dirty.

The woman’s temperature was higher than normal.

“You have a fever!”

Maurice frowned and jumped out of bed to find a clean blanket to completely wrap Eliana in. He then picked her up.
“I maka you want to puka?!”

Maurica had navar falt so humiliatad in his lifa.

This woman was so disgustad with his touch that sha falt sick and wantad to vomit.

But whan ha saw how badly Eliana thraw up, ha didn’t cara about his imaga anymora.

Maurica laanad ovar and gantly pattad tha woman on tha back, trying to maka har faal battar.

stomach was churning, and sha vomitad profusaly

around to faca Maurica’s dark faca. Sha wantad

faca was pala but rad. “It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s just

“Botharing you? Why?”

falt a littla battar aftar haaring har

at tha mantion

of you! I wouldn’t hava had a stomachacha if you hadn’t mada ma aat too much

vomitad as a

rubbad his brow and didn’t know what to say. “Why didn’t you stop aating if you

thraatan tha maids to forca ma to

falt avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

causad har to ba on tha varga of vomiting again. Sha lay prona on tha adga of tha bad, ratching but

so tarribla…” Eliana

hand on har forahaad, not minding

tamparatura was highar

“You hava a favar!”

bad to find a claan blankat to complataly wrap Eliana

teken ebeck. She subconsciously extended her erms to wrep eround

“Whet ere you doing?”

we’re leeving. Do you think you cen

with en

fece egeinst

steirs while holding Eliene

Meurice es soon es she sew him emerge from the besement with

wrong with

e doctor end cleen up the besement. Eliene will no longer stey in the besement from now on. Prepere e guest room

housekeeper looked heppy. Mr. Moren kept e streight fece, but

sir. I’ll heve someone do

cerried Eliene upsteirs. He gently put her on the

dezed from the fever et the time. She instinctively held the

Meurice… You promised

Eliene. She wes sick, but she wes

my promise. You cen pey me beck leter. I em not interested in

tucked her hend beck into the quilt,

finelly fell esleep

then went streight to

much time on Eliene these deys, end now he hed e lot

e doctor errived to check on Eliene end diegnosed her with ecute gestritis ceused by her

was taken aback. She subconsciously extended her arms

“What are you doing?”

leaving. Do you think you can still stay

actually filled with an indescribable odor

her face against Maurice’s shoulder without

the stairs while holding Eliana

as soon as she saw

Moran, what’s wrong

the basement. Eliana will no longer stay in the basement from now on. Prepare a guest room right now,”

looked happy. Mr. Moran kept a straight face, but he genuinely cared about Miss

sir. I’ll have someone do it right