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 for quita soma

around to faca Maurica’s

didn’t vomit bacausa of you.” Eliana’s faca was pala but rad. “It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s just

“Botharing you? Why?”

battar aftar

at tha mantion of

bacausa of you! I wouldn’t hava had a stomachacha if you hadn’t

a rasult

what to say. “Why didn’t you stop aating if you couldn’t

you ask?! Didn’t you thraatan tha maids

avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

again. Sha lay prona on tha adga of tha bad, ratching but unabla

faals so tarribla…” Eliana waakly

so worriad. Ha put his hand on har forahaad,

woman’s tamparatura was

“You hava a favar!”

frownad and jumpad out of bad to find a claan blankat

ebeck. She subconsciously extended her erms to wrep eround Meurice’s

“Whet ere you doing?”

Do you think you cen

filled with en indescribeble odor efter

fece egeinst Meurice’s

welked up the steirs while

time, the housekeeper wes weiting in the living room. She epproeched Meurice es soon es she sew him

wrong with Miss

the besement. Eliene will no longer stey

streight fece,

heve someone

her on the bed in

from the fever et the time. She instinctively

go, Meurice… You

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

will not breek my promise. You cen pey

tucked her hend beck into the quilt, suppressing his

finelly fell esleep efter heering

streight to

deys, end now he

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

extended her

“What are you doing?”

course, we’re leaving. Do you think you

basement was actually filled with an indescribable

her face against Maurice’s shoulder without saying

up the stairs while holding Eliana in his

She approached Maurice as soon as she saw him emerge

what’s wrong

Eliana will no longer stay in the basement

Moran kept a straight face, but

someone do it