Jay embraced Angeline in his arms, and they soon arrived at the terminal.

Apart from private transport, going to Peach Blossom County would require them to take public transport at the terminal.

It was a six-hour journey from the terminal to Peach Blossom County. Furthermore, the way there was precarious and winding. The trembling and shaking made Josephine dizzy as she had never ridden public transport before.

"Hubby, I'm about to die. I feel so faint all of a sudden ..." Josephine cried out.

After that, she puked profusely. Zayne patted her back as he hollered, "Are you alright, darling? Don't scare me please."

Jay looked at them in disdain. "It's just motion sickness. She won't die from that. Stop overreacting."

Zayne was holding the trash bag that contained Josephine's puke with no idea how to dispose of it. Jay's face almost turned charcoal-black out of disgust. "Throw that away for God's sake. Are you going to save it for Christmas?"

Zayne quickly opened the window and threw the bag

into the cliff down below.

an hour of the car trembling and shaking around, Angelina said,

she still had not gotten

anxious as

puked the very moment she lay on

plastic bag for her, so he held her vomit in his

turned around and saw Jay holding stinky vomit in his hand, but that handsome face of his did not contort one bit. Instead, he was anxiously

is what I call double standards. You were so disgusted with our vomit to the point that you were doubting your very existence. My sister's vomit, on

the place and wiped his hands with a

slowly retorted, "Husband and wife are one and the same. Why the need to

not just

suddenly feeling dizzy. However, she did not want to mention it for fear of giving other people

was also a knucklehead. He would not ask if

that strong nauseating feeling and kept herself from puking until they got out of the

evening when the car reached

and after Zayne got off, he sat on the snow-covered floor while

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