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?

of smiles. “It's a great fate." The rain had stopped, the sun rose from the east,

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

him, and she felt incredibly embarrassed when she

sofa in the luxurious living room. His long legs folded and his arms around his chest. Leaning on the back of the

leaving an

for people, got up and

He was mysterious when he saw

that line of sight, he found she was staring at his car. Jennifer didn't notice him but complained,

what

to see him standing right in front of her,

being, not an evil

feigned calmness, withdrew her gaze, rolled her

the long row of hangers filled with dresses, eye-catching colors, elegant and luxurious, she enjoyed looking

surprised, Jennifer asked uncertainly, "You're taking

a female companion around him no matter the

afraid to be seen by others?"

glared back at

relaxed, “You're not a mistress, but the real Mrs. Marsh. Isn't it only a matter of time before you show

He was serious.

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