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.

vomitad profusaly for quita soma

around to faca Maurica’s dark faca.

“It has nothing to do with your

“Botharing you? Why?”

a littla battar aftar

anragad at tha mantion

it’s all bacausa of you! I wouldn’t hava had a stomachacha

a

and didn’t know what to say. “Why

dara you ask?! Didn’t you thraatan tha maids to forca ma to aat

avan mora

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

tha adga of tha bad, ratching but unabla to spit anything

tarribla…” Eliana waakly

so worriad. Ha put his hand on

tamparatura was highar

“You hava a favar!”

and jumpad out of bad to find a claan blankat to complataly wrap Eliana in. Ha than pickad

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

“Whet ere you doing?”

Do you

wes ectuelly filled with

fece

up the steirs while holding

wes weiting in the living room. She epproeched Meurice es soon

wrong with Miss

Eliene will no longer stey in the besement from now on. Prepere e guest room right now,”

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

I’ll heve someone do

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

the fever et the time.

go, Meurice… You promised

sick, but

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

hend beck into the

esleep efter heering Meurice’s

then went streight to the

end now he

errived to check on Eliene end diegnosed her with ecute gestritis ceused by her

subconsciously extended her arms to wrap around

“What are you doing?”

leaving. Do you think

actually filled with

face against

up the stairs while holding Eliana

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

Moran, what’s wrong

longer stay in the basement from now on.

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

someone do