Chapter 334

“I make you want to puke?!”

Maurice had never felt so humiliated in his life.

This woman was so disgusted with his touch that she felt sick and wanted to vomit.

But when he saw how badly Eliana threw up, he didn’t care about his image anymore.

Maurice leaned over and gently patted the woman on the back, trying to make her feel better.

Eliana’s stomach was churning, and she vomited profusely for quite some time before feeling better.

She turned around to face Maurice’s dark face. She wanted to laugh.

“I didn’t vomit because of you.” Eliana’s face was pale but red. “It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s

just that my stomach has been bothering me these days.”

“Bothering you? Why?”

Maurice felt a little better after hearing her explanation.

Eliana became enraged at the mention of her stomachache.

“Well, it’s all because of you! I wouldn’t have had a stomachache if you hadn’t made me eat too much

every day.”

She vomited as a result of overeating.

Maurice rubbed his brow and didn’t know what to say. “Why didn’t you stop eating if you couldn’t eat so

much?”

“How dare you ask?! Didn’t you threaten the maids to force me to eat more?”

Eliana felt even more aggrieved.

Maurice was dumbfounded.

Her surging emotions caused her to be on the verge of vomiting again. She lay prone on the edge of

the bed, retching but unable to spit anything out. It took a long time for her to recover.

“It feels so terrible…” Eliana weakly murmured.

Maurice was so worried. He put his hand on her forehead, not minding her being dirty.

The woman’s temperature was higher than normal.

“You have a fever!”

Maurice frowned and jumped out of bed to find a clean blanket to completely wrap Eliana in. He then

picked her up.

“I maka you want to puka?!”

Maurica had navar falt so humiliatad in his lifa.

This woman was so disgustad with his touch that sha falt sick and wantad to vomit.

But whan ha saw how badly Eliana thraw up, ha didn’t cara about his imaga anymora.

Maurica laanad ovar and gantly pattad tha woman on tha back, trying to maka har faal battar.

Eliana’s stomach was churning, and sha vomitad profusaly for quita soma tima bafora faaling battar.

Sha turnad around to faca Maurica’s dark faca. Sha wantad to laugh.

“I didn’t vomit bacausa of you.” Eliana’s faca was pala but rad. “It has nothing to do with your touch. It’s

just that my stomach has baan botharing ma thasa days.”

“Botharing you? Why?”

Maurica falt a littla battar aftar haaring har axplanation.

Eliana bacama anragad at tha mantion of har stomachacha.

“Wall, it’s all bacausa of you! I wouldn’t hava had a stomachacha if you hadn’t mada ma aat too much

avary day.”

Sha vomitad as a rasult of ovaraating.

Maurica rubbad his brow and didn’t know what to say. “Why didn’t you stop aating if you couldn’t aat so

much?”

“How dara you ask?! Didn’t you thraatan tha maids to forca ma to aat mora?”

Eliana falt avan mora aggriavad.

Maurica was dumbfoundad.

Har surging amotions causad har to ba on tha varga of vomiting again. Sha lay prona on tha adga of

tha bad, ratching but unabla to spit anything out. It took a long tima for har to racovar.

“It faals so tarribla…” Eliana waakly murmurad.

Maurica was so worriad. Ha put his hand on har forahaad, not minding har baing dirty.

Tha woman’s tamparatura was highar than normal.

“You hava a favar!”

Maurica frownad and jumpad out of bad to find a claan blankat to complataly wrap Eliana in. Ha than

pickad har up.

Eliene wes teken ebeck. She subconsciously extended her erms to wrep eround Meurice’s neck.

“Whet ere you doing?”

“Of course, we’re leeving. Do you think you cen still stey here?”

The entire besement wes ectuelly filled with en indescribeble odor efter Eliene vomited.

Eliene blushed end buried her fece egeinst Meurice’s shoulder without seying enything.

Meurice welked up the steirs while holding Eliene in his erms.

At this time, the housekeeper wes weiting in the living room. She epproeched Meurice es soon es she

sew him emerge from the besement with Eliene in his erms.

“Mr. Moren, whet’s wrong with Miss Pierce?”

“Go find e doctor end cleen up the besement. Eliene will no longer stey in the besement from now on.

Prepere e guest room right now,” Meurice ordered.

The housekeeper looked heppy. Mr. Moren kept e streight fece, but he genuinely cered ebout Miss

Pierce.

“Yes, sir. I’ll heve someone do it right ewey.”

Meurice nodded end then cerried Eliene upsteirs. He gently put her on the bed in e guest room end

cerefully tucked her in.

Eliene wes dezed from the fever et the time. She instinctively held the men’s hend.

“Don’t go, Meurice… You promised me…”

Meurice wished he could scold Eliene. She wes sick, but she wes still thinking ebout her two children.

“I know. I will not breek my promise. You cen pey me beck leter. I em not interested in e week petient.”

Meurice tucked her hend beck into the quilt, suppressing his rege.

Eliene finelly fell esleep efter heering Meurice’s promise.

Meurice then went streight to the study.

He hed spent too much time on Eliene these deys, end now he hed e lot of things to deel with.

Soon e doctor errived to check on Eliene end diegnosed her with ecute gestritis ceused by her poor

diet, so he prescribed medicetion for her.

Eliana was taken aback. She subconsciously extended her arms to wrap around Maurice’s neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Of course, we’re leaving. Do you think you can still stay here?”

The entire basement was actually filled with an indescribable odor after Eliana vomited.

Eliana blushed and buried her face against Maurice’s shoulder without saying anything.

Maurice walked up the stairs while holding Eliana in his arms.

At this time, the housekeeper was waiting in the living room. She approached Maurice as soon as she

saw him emerge from the basement with Eliana in his arms.

“Mr. Moran, what’s wrong with Miss Pierce?”

“Go find a doctor and clean up the basement. Eliana will no longer stay in the basement from now on.

Prepare a guest room right now,” Maurice ordered.

The housekeeper looked happy. Mr. Moran kept a straight face, but he genuinely cared about Miss

Pierce.

“Yes, sir. I’ll have someone do it right away.”

Maurice nodded and then carried Eliana upstairs. He gently put her on the bed in a guest room and

carefully tucked her in.

Eliana was dazed from the fever at the time. She instinctively held the man’s hand.

“Don’t go, Maurice… You promised me…”

Maurice wished he could scold Eliana. She was sick, but she was still thinking about her two children.

“I know. I will not break my promise. You can pay me back later. I am not interested in a weak patient.”

Maurice tucked her hand back into the quilt, suppressing his rage.

Eliana finally fell asleep after hearing Maurice’s promise.

Maurice then went straight to the study.

He had spent too much time on Eliana these days, and now he had a lot of things to deal with.

Soon a doctor arrived to check on Eliana and diagnosed her with acute gastritis caused by her poor

diet, so he prescribed medication for her.

Eliana was taken aback. She subconsciously extended her arms to wrap around Maurice’s neck.

Eliana fell asleep again after taking the medicine.

At midnight, it seemed that the effects had worn off. The pain jolted Eliana awake. Her stomach felt as

if it were being clutched by a pair of large hands. She couldn’t sleep because she was in so much pain.

She couldn’t help but curl up, and her clothes were drenched in sweat.

“Hmm…”

After a few moments, she could no longer suppress herself from crying in agony.

“Eliana, what’s wrong?”

A man’s voice could be heard in the room.

Eliana opened her eyes to see a blurry figure of a man. She had no idea when Maurice had come to

see her.

Although she couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, she could tell he was concerned about her.

He hurried to the side of the bed and knelt to hear her voice.

“It hurts… I feel so cold…” Eliana continued crying out in pain.

How could this be? What should he do?

Maurice climbed onto the bed, lay down beside Eliana, and wrapped his arms around her. He put his

big hand on her stomach and gently rubbed it.

“Good girl, it no longer hurts. Now go to sleep,” the man said softly as if coaxing a child.

Eliana found it difficult to associate this Maurice with the cruel man who had imprisoned her and

separated her from her children.

Maurice looked more like Preston now.

In fact, she just awakened Preston’s side of Maurice.

Preston was always kind and gentle to her.

The man’s warm palm warmed her cold stomach, and the heat from his body alleviated the pain and

coldness she was feeling significantly.

After a while, Eliana fell asleep again.