He chewed carefully, feeling it was delicious, and he didn't feel sick. Jordan inadvertently saw the scene and was stunned.

It was like seeing the sun come out of the west.

Ivan was engrossed in eating the noodles. Jordan found it was not a dream, so he stepped forward.

Ivan raised his eyes at the sound of Jordan's voice and looked indifferent.

"Mr. Marsh," Jordan stood in front of the coffee table and asked with surprise, "You can eat now? Your stomach is better?"

Ivan paused and replied, "I just taste it."

"Don't you feel sick?" Jordan was pleased.

Ivan thought for a moment, “Not really."

Jordan was cheerful to know that Miss Brooks had made the noodle. It seemed that she was a savior.

The family chef frequently changed before because no one could make food to meet the taste of lvan. He constantly vomited no matter what he ate and relied on nutrient solutions to live.

Could Miss Brooks do magic?

who was always strict, was full of smiles. “It's a great fate." The rain had stopped, the

Jordan took the children upstairs to do their homework. Jennifer sat in the chair, staring

she felt incredibly embarrassed when she was

room. His long legs folded and his arms around his chest. Leaning on the back of the chair, he patiently waited for Jennifer to come out to

eating, leaving an empty bowl on

for people, got up and walked toward the

handsome. He was

car. Jennifer didn't

what

raised her eyes to see him standing right in front of her, and her heart

not an evil from hell.” Ivan stared

her

with dresses, eye-catching colors, elegant and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany me

uncertainly,

without a female companion around him no matter the occasion,

gorgeous to be afraid to be seen by others?" lvan asked

back

was relaxed, “You're not a mistress, but the real Mrs. Marsh. Isn't it only

He was serious.

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