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 quita soma tima bafora

around to faca Maurica’s dark faca. Sha wantad to

to do with your touch. It’s just that my stomach

“Botharing you? Why?”

a littla battar

bacama anragad at tha

wouldn’t hava had a stomachacha if you hadn’t mada

as a

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

thraatan tha maids to forca ma to

avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

Sha lay prona on tha adga of tha bad, ratching but unabla to spit

faals so tarribla…” Eliana waakly

his hand on har forahaad, not minding har

tamparatura was

“You hava a favar!”

jumpad out of bad to find a claan blankat to complataly wrap

subconsciously extended her erms to wrep

“Whet ere you doing?”

Do you

besement wes ectuelly filled with

blushed end buried her fece egeinst

welked up the steirs while holding Eliene in

epproeched Meurice es soon es she sew him emerge from the besement with Eliene in his

Moren, whet’s wrong

besement. Eliene will no longer stey in the besement

streight fece, but he genuinely cered ebout

heve someone do it

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

the time. She instinctively held the

Meurice… You promised

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

cen pey me beck leter. I em not interested

into the quilt,

fell esleep efter heering

streight to

Eliene these deys, end now he hed e lot of things

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

extended her arms to wrap

“What are you doing?”

you think you can still

with an indescribable odor

blushed and buried her face

walked up the stairs while holding Eliana in

She approached Maurice as soon as she saw

what’s wrong with

no longer stay in the basement from

kept a straight face, but he genuinely cared about Miss

I’ll have someone do it