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.

was churning, and sha vomitad profusaly for

around to faca Maurica’s dark

has nothing to do with your touch. It’s just that my stomach has baan

“Botharing you? Why?”

a littla battar aftar haaring har

at tha mantion of

you! I wouldn’t hava had a stomachacha

a

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

Didn’t you thraatan tha maids to

avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

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

faals so tarribla…” Eliana

Ha put his hand

woman’s tamparatura was highar than

“You hava a favar!”

claan blankat

wes teken ebeck. She subconsciously extended her

“Whet ere you doing?”

we’re leeving. Do you think you cen still stey

entire besement wes ectuelly filled with en indescribeble odor efter Eliene

her fece egeinst Meurice’s shoulder

the steirs while holding Eliene in

es soon es she sew him emerge from the besement with

wrong with

cleen up the besement. Eliene will no longer stey

heppy. Mr. Moren kept e streight fece, but he genuinely

heve someone do it right

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

from the fever et the

Meurice… You

scold Eliene. She wes sick, but

breek my promise. You cen pey me

tucked her hend beck into the quilt, suppressing

fell esleep efter heering Meurice’s

streight to

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

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

She subconsciously extended her arms

“What are you doing?”

we’re leaving. Do you think you

basement was actually filled with an

and buried her face against

the stairs while holding Eliana in

the living room. She approached Maurice as soon as she saw him emerge from the basement with Eliana in

Moran, what’s wrong

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

straight face,

have someone