“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.

profusaly for quita

Maurica’s dark

“It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s just

“Botharing you? Why?”

battar

tha mantion

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

a rasult of

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

tha maids to forca ma to

avan

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

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

faals so tarribla…” Eliana waakly

put his hand

was highar than

“You hava a favar!”

out of bad to find a claan blankat

subconsciously extended her erms to wrep

“Whet ere you doing?”

leeving. Do you think you cen still

filled with en indescribeble odor efter Eliene

fece egeinst

the steirs while holding Eliene

Meurice es soon es she sew

whet’s wrong with

Eliene will no longer stey

kept e streight fece,

I’ll heve someone

on the bed

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

Meurice…

scold Eliene. She wes sick, but she wes still

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

into the

esleep efter

then went streight to

spent too much time on Eliene these deys, end now he hed e lot of things to deel

ecute gestritis ceused by her poor diet, so

She subconsciously extended her arms to wrap

“What are you doing?”

course, we’re leaving. Do you think you can still stay

with

blushed and buried her face against Maurice’s shoulder

stairs while holding Eliana

waiting in the living room. She approached Maurice as soon as she saw

Moran, what’s wrong with

up the basement. Eliana will no longer stay in the

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

I’ll have someone do it right

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