Surprised Wife With Twins

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?

always strict, was full of smiles. “It's a great fate." The rain had stopped, the sun rose from the east, and the courtyard was fresh after the

upstairs to do their homework. Jennifer sat in the chair, staring at the Lamborghini in the courtyard. "It's almost eight o'clock. Isn't he

avoided meeting him, and she felt incredibly embarrassed when she was

His long legs folded and his arms around his chest. Leaning on

already finished eating, leaving an empty bowl on the

he, who hated waiting for people, got up and walked

was extraordinarily handsome. He was mysterious when he saw Jennifer sitting

at his car. Jennifer didn't notice him but complained, "What the hell? Doesn't he go

Marsh, what did

right in front

not an evil from hell.”

calmness, withdrew her gaze, rolled her eyes, and

at the long row of hangers filled with dresses, eye-catching colors, elegant and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany me to a banquet this afternoon.” Ivan stood beside her, "Pick

surprised, Jennifer asked uncertainly, "You're taking

no matter the occasion,

afraid to be seen by

back

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

He was serious.