Chapter 512 Her Colme

Fruelle couldn’t help but gag as the fishy smell Ingered around her nose, and she quickly pushed the plate of sashimi away from her.

william thought that Emilie was acting. Nevertheless, it made sense since pregnant women are often more sensitive

William wrapped his arms around Emeli and poured her some water.

“Take these away!” he instructed the waiter.

Charles observed Emelle’s reaction and found it pretty genuine.

“Quick! Get them out of here!” Charles added

The water quickly took the dish away. However, Emelie could still smell the lingering fishodor. She stood up, unable to bear it any longer.

“I need to go to the restroom,” Emelle said.

William furrowed his brows. “Ashton, go with Mrs Middleton.”

“Yes, sir.” Ashton quickly caught up with Emelle.

Since Emelle had been putting on an act, she dropped it as soon as she left the suite.

She pursed her lips, suppressing her nausea to hide it from Ashton. She rushed into the washroom and shut the door behind her.

covered her mouth and silently retched several times until she

www intense.

placed ber hand on her belly. There was no doubt she

only the two men and a somewhat

out to a waiter with a smile, “Hey, how about a bottle of wine?

and wiped his hands, his expression inscrutable.

with a wine. Charles had ordered a Barolo Wine that didn’t need decanting.

a glass

want the stars in the sky, the Westward Club can get them for you. This wine

could finish his words, a splash of wine hit him

put down the towel and picked up the glass of wine. Instead of tasting

grunted, shut his eyes, and quickly med away. However, he still got drenched in the Barolo

disheveled. Initially, the waiter wanted to pour Charles some wine as well However, he troue in place at William’s sudden

of silence, Charles opened his eyes. His eyelashes dripped with wine, and even

Davis Camily was one of the Great Four in the business world. Despite it being Willam, he had taken it a step too

indeed a good wine. So

smile still playing on his hips. “But Mr. Middleton, don’t you think the way you

a CD of his stature, Charles didn’t need to yell to express his anger. His simple question was enough. Even the waiter at the side didn’t dare to take a breath.

with an ice cold gaze. “Mr. Davis, aren’t you just testing if Emelie was pregnant? You can test

had the wrong order served to us. Don’t overthink it, Mr. Middleton,” Charles said as he gestured for the waiter to go away.

quickly set down the wine bottle

I found it tasty the last time I was bere. There are no other intentions

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