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Chapter 851
Irene was stared as if sitting on pins and needles by his sharp gaze, and then sat down with a guilty conscience.
Jacob announced domineeringly: “That’s it.”
After speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and left.
Irene groaned with anger, “Ah!”
This sound vented, involving the vocal cords, causing discomfort in the entire throat, and then a strong feeling of nausea came again.
Jacob saw her covering her mouth and drifting from beside him to the bathroom like a gust of wind. Then he heard her vomiting sound.
She stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
He is sitting on a wheelchair like pins and needles.
Seeing her in such pain, he suddenly regretted her decision to give birth to the child.
Near noon, Irene collapsed and dragged her exhausted body out of the bathroom. Climbed weakly onto the bed.
Jacob brought her a glass of lemon juice, “Drink it?”
Irene lay on the bed, her entire face buried in the pillow, hearing his voice, raised her white paws and waved, “Take it away, I don’t want anything.”
“You must drink.” His voice was very soft, but with a trace of seriousness.
Irene looked over at him, “Can you show me a little sympathy?”
Jacob: “…”
If it weren’t for worrying about her, who would be willing to serve a woman with a stench all over her body.
“I am responsible to my son.” He said sternly.
Irene felt that no matter what was sophistry, she had to get up, pick up the lemonade and drank it.
Then she handed the cup to him, embarrassed and said, “Warlord, I can rest here for a few days. But can you ask a nanny to take care of me. Let your disability take care of me, I feel sorry.”
Jacob hit the knife inexplicably. Yu was caught off guard.
He suddenly lifted his leg, and a raised leg directly dumped Irene’s head on the pillow, and Irene could not move. The eyeballs were bigger than the bronze mirror, “Your legs… are you ready?”
Jacob said angrily: “Don’t underestimate any disability.”
Then grabbed the water glass in his hand and left angrily.
Irene sat up, staring at his back in a daze, and muttered: Is this leg healed?
If he says yes, why is this guy in a wheelchair?
If it’s not good, why did he make a difficult high leg raise just now?
Not long after, the maid came in with the dining trolley, and Irene saw the colorful fruits, and suddenly felt unlovable.
“I won’t eat. Take it out. Take it out. Hurry up.”
She has a fear of eating.
Perhaps she was making too much noise, and brought Jacob in.
When Jacob saw her holding her mouth tightly, the expression of resistance in his eyes was obvious.
He took a plate of cherry blossoms and peaches from the dining car, and then ordered the maid to push the dining car out.
“Try this.”
Irene shook her head, sobbing and begging: “I beg you, don’t force me to eat anymore. I’m about to vomit my bile.”
Jacob was distressed and put the fruit plate on the glass table next to him.
Seeing her thinner but more beautiful face, and her eyes that are one size bigger.
He trembled with pain in his heart, and blurted out suddenly, “Then don’t have a baby and knock the baby out.”
Irene raised her head and looked at him in horror, “I don’t want it.” She cried out loudly.
Jacob closed his eyes, and pressed the helpless pity under his eyes.
“Then eat obediently.”