Chapter 1203

“Maybe I shouldn’t let Mom have any more,” little Elowen mused with innocent concern, her blue eyes wide with worry. “What if it makes her belly burst?”

“Mom’s got a brother or sister for us in there,” she added softly.

Elowen nodded her understanding dutifully, “Okay, Mommy, you eat less. Don’t burst your belly.”

The little one was genuinely worried, believing one could truly eat until they burst.

Thalassa chuckled warmly, her gentle smile spreading across her face as she said, A’Alright, dig in everyone.”

WWith her words, the four little kids quietly nibbled on their food, adorably and daintily Spspooning bites into their mouths.

T Thalassa couldn’t help but let her smile linger as she watched their soft, cute, and sensible ittittle faces. Seeing the kids engrossed in their dinner, she too turned her attention back to heher plate.

Heterselection was a comforting spread: the three dishes Lysander specially prepared for hener.

to half, Thalassa felt full, even a bit overstuffed, and couldn’t eatatranother

casting a cold and shaitano proresence that seemed to press down on

she didntntnislishcher meat, he would erupt like a volcano, fierce

feedialing uncomfortably full, Thalassa soldiered on with

everything tastes divine, al appetite is Moroccisus. But when full, even the most delicious morsels lose their al become

stew, but her stomach rebelled against greasiness.

she persevered, a wavevefofanausea overcame

snatchaited from her grasp.

denetarvoyou a pig? if you can’t eat

much, and she spat it out onto the

a tissue, wiping her mouth, then looked up at Lysander with panicked eyes, meeting his

was tight

dishes you had specially prepared for me. Of

colder, barely containing

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