Facade of Love

Chapter 90 Stubborn Humans

I accepted the glass of water my mother offered, rinsing my mouth before gasping out, ” Morning sickness?”

“Most women experience it when they’re pregnant. How can you be so clueless?” my mother teased, though her smile did not quite reach her eyes. Seeing how weak I was, she added, “You should rest. Your stomach is empty from all the vomiting. I’ll make you something to eat.”

I did not argue with her. Instead, I nodded and made my way back to bed. As I lay there, my hand instinctively moved to my belly. Morning sickness, huh?

Whether I was expecting to or not, I knew the answer better than anyone. Why was I suddenly hit with such intense waves of nausea?

“What’s on your mind?” A deep, restrained voice echoed from beside the bed. I turned my head to see Idris standing here.

He was by the bed, looking down at me from his towering height.

I hesitated for a moment, then sat up and said, “I’m not feeling well today, so I won’t be heading to Clearwater Residence.” Moore had been taken back to our house by mother. I was worried she might stir up some trouble, so I decided to stay here for a while.

He nodded, probably noticing my pale face, and did not argue with me. “Alright, then rest here,” he said.

His agreeable response was unusual, and I was not used to it. Then I realized, after seeing me throw up so violently, he and my mother probably thought it was morning sickness. He cared about the child he thought was in my belly, so naturally, he would not give me a hard time.

This saved me from a potential argument with him. After the bout of nausea, I was feeling quite drained. I noticed him finding a spot to sit in my room, looking like he had no plans to leave anytime soon.

“It’s getting late. Aren’t you going back to Clearwater Residence?”

and restrained, “You’re my wife and you’re

taken aback, not quite understanding his point, “Are you planning to stay here tonight?”

raised an eyebrow, “Can’t I?”

son-in-law to stay at my place, but….

at the Scotts before. His sudden

refuse

outside, followed by the sound of various objects

froze, my mind racing with thoughts that something had happened to my mother.

Idris scooped me up and deposited me back onto the bed. I frowned, irritation creeping into my voice. “What are you doing, Idris?”

my bare feet, his voice a low rumble, “Put on your shoes first.” As he spoke, he had already fetched my sl*ppers from the other side

guy..

the impractical thoughts, sl*pped

from a nearby

I was still processing the situation when Idris, who was behind me, swiftly

stood rooted to the spot, my gaze fixed on Moore’s bedroom

on edge? A mocking voice sounded in my ear. It was Maxwell, who seemed to have just returned. His towering figure loomed behind me, his gaze fixed on Moore’s room. Just standing there while he rushes

my l*ps together, already accustomed to such situations. Without a word, I