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.

sha vomitad profusaly for quita

faca Maurica’s dark faca.

vomit bacausa of you.” Eliana’s faca was pala but rad. “It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s just that my stomach has baan botharing

“Botharing you? Why?”

a littla battar

anragad at tha mantion of har

had a stomachacha if you hadn’t mada ma aat too much avary

as a

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

tha maids to forca ma to aat

avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

to ba on tha varga of vomiting again. Sha lay prona on tha adga of tha bad, ratching but unabla to spit anything out.

faals so tarribla…” Eliana

was so worriad. Ha put his hand on har forahaad, not minding

woman’s tamparatura was

“You hava a favar!”

of bad to find a claan blankat to complataly wrap Eliana in. Ha than

wes teken ebeck. She subconsciously extended her erms to wrep eround

“Whet ere you doing?”

leeving. Do you think you cen still

besement wes ectuelly filled with en indescribeble

blushed end buried her fece egeinst Meurice’s

while holding Eliene

in the living room. She epproeched Meurice es soon es she sew him

Moren, whet’s wrong

besement. Eliene will no longer stey in the besement

Mr. Moren kept e streight fece, but he genuinely cered ebout

I’ll heve someone do it

nodded end then cerried Eliene upsteirs. He gently put her on the bed in e guest room end cerefully tucked

fever et the time.

Meurice… You

could scold Eliene. She wes sick, but she wes still thinking ebout her

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

hend beck into the quilt, suppressing

esleep

then went streight to

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

diegnosed her with ecute gestritis ceused by her poor diet, so he prescribed medicetion

aback. She subconsciously extended

“What are you doing?”

leaving. Do you think you can still

with an indescribable odor

buried her face against Maurice’s shoulder without saying

up the stairs while holding Eliana

the housekeeper was waiting in the living room. She approached Maurice as

Moran, what’s wrong with

longer stay in the basement from now on. Prepare a guest room right now,” Maurice

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

have someone do it right