The sound of Grace retching came from the washroom.
âWhatâs the matter? Has she been unwell lately?â Brian asked Jason in a panic.
Jason frowned. âIâm not sure.â
âNot sure? Arenât you her husband? Why donât you know if she hasnât been feeling well?â Brian asked.
Jasonâs eyes darkened, and he said coldly, âWho are you to ask me that? Just like what you said, Iâm her husband. Iâll take care of her. Donât say things you shouldnât say!â
Brianâs expression stiffened suddenly. âYeah, who am I?â
He did not even know if Grace still regarded him as a friend or if he was someone she wanted to avoid.
âBrian, I donât care why youâre helping Grace, but youâd better remember that Grace will forever be my wife. Donât ever have any ideas you shouldnât have. Iâm the only one she loves!â
The cold warning made Brianâs face pale.
However, he could not argue because he did not have the right to.
Grace loved Jason, not him!
Just then, Grace walked out of the washroom. As soon as she came out, she saw Jason and Brian standing opposite each other. Jason looked solemn, while Brian looked pale.
âWhatâs⦠going on?â she asked.
âNothing.â Jason smiled, stepped forward to help Grace, and said, âWhat came over you? Are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm a little uncomfortable, but I feel better after throwing up. Maybe I ate too little at noon and got too hungry. My stomach probably got a little upset because I suddenly ate,â said Grace.
âIâll order you some porridge later. Itâll be easy to digest and warm your stomach,â said Jason.
âOkay,â Grace said with a nod and glanced at Brianâs pale face. âAre you two okay?â
âItâs fine. We were just chatting a little. Right, Brian?â Jason said to Brian.
Brianâs eyes fell on Graceâs almond-shaped eyes that were filled with concern. âIs her concern partly due to me?â
âYeah, we were just making small talk,â replied Brian.
Back in the private room, Mick Reed came to Graceâs side. There was obvious worry in his peach blossom eyes that were similar to Jasonâs.
âIâm fine. My stomachâs just a little upset, so I went to the washroom to throw up,â Grace said as she patted her sonâs small head.
The little one frowned, recalling when his stomach was upset in the past. âMommy, are you okay now?â
âIâm okay now,â said Grace as she smiled at the little one.
Mick Reed seemed slightly relieved but still anxiously watched Grace finish the bowl of porridge before the expression on his face finally stopped being so tense.
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