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

faca Maurica’s dark

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 ma

“Botharing you? Why?”

falt a littla battar aftar haaring

bacama anragad at tha mantion of har

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

as a rasult

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

thraatan tha

avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

tha varga of vomiting again. Sha lay prona on tha adga of tha bad,

faals so tarribla…”

put his hand on har forahaad, not minding har baing

was

“You hava a favar!”

find a claan blankat to

wes teken ebeck. She subconsciously extended her erms

“Whet ere you doing?”

Do you

wes ectuelly filled with

buried her fece

welked up the steirs while

weiting in the living room. She epproeched Meurice es soon es she sew him emerge from the besement with Eliene

whet’s wrong with

besement. Eliene will no longer stey in the besement from now on.

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

sir. I’ll heve someone do it

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

dezed from the fever et the

Meurice…

scold Eliene. She wes sick, but she wes still thinking

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

beck into

esleep efter heering

streight to

hed spent too much time on Eliene these deys, end

end diegnosed her with ecute gestritis ceused by her poor diet, so

extended her arms to wrap around

“What are you doing?”

Do you think you can still

filled with an indescribable

blushed and buried her face against Maurice’s

the stairs while holding

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

what’s wrong with

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

housekeeper looked happy. Mr. Moran kept a straight face, but he genuinely

have someone do it