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.

frowned, “It’s getting late. Aren’t you going back to

me, his voice low and restrained, “You’re

taken aback, not quite understanding his point, “Are you planning to

an eyebrow,

son-in-law to stay at my place,

years, and he had never stayed at the Scotts before. His sudden decision to stay

to find a reason to refuse him, I reluctantly

outside, followed

something had happened to my mother. Fear gripped me as I scrambled out of

scooped me up and deposited me back onto the bed.

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 of the bed and sl*pped

guy..

thoughts, sl*pped out of bed, and left the

was coming from a

objects was followed by Moore’s shrill scream. I was still processing the situation when Idris, who was behind me, swiftly pushed open Moore’s door

fixed on Moore’s bedroom door, my mind a whirl of

returned. His towering figure loomed behind me, his gaze fixed on Moore’s

already accustomed to such situations. Without a word, I