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Chapter 1203
“Maybe I shouldn’t let Mom have any more,” little Elowen mused with innocent concern, her blue eyes
wide with worry. “What if it makes her belly burst?”
“Mom’s got a brother or sister for us in there,” she added softly.
Elowen nodded her understanding dutifully, “Okay, Mommy, you eat less. Don’t burst your belly.”
The little one was genuinely worried, believing one could truly eat until they burst.
Thalassa chuckled warmly, her gentle smile spreading across her face as she said, A’Alright, dig in
everyone.”
WWith her words, the four little kids quietly nibbled on their food, adorably and daintily Spspooning
bites into their mouths.
T Thalassa couldn’t help but let her smile linger as she watched their soft, cute, and sensible ittittle
faces. Seeing the kids engrossed in their dinner, she too turned her attention back to heher plate.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHeterselection was a comforting spread: the three dishes Lysander specially prepared for
hener.
WWmenceach dish was reduced to half, Thalassa felt full, even a bit overstuffed, and couldn’t
eatatranother bite.
Butththeressat/Lysander, her towering and intimidating husband, casting a cold and shaitano
proresence that seemed to press down on her at all times.
If she didntntnislishcher meat, he would erupt like a volcano, fierce and sudden.
Despite feedialing uncomfortably full, Thalassa soldiered on with her meal.
t’s strange adw whithediody works when you’re hungry, everything tastes divine, al appetite is
Moroccisus. But when full, even the most delicious morsels lose their al become hardno tovallallow.
Thalassa forced anoth then taitefof the rich beef stew, but her stomach rebelled against greasiness. s.
As she persevered, a wavevefofanausea overcame her.
Suddenly, her fork was snatchaited from her grasp.
Lysander’s icy voice chidedi denetarvoyou a pig? if you can’t eat it, don’t force it!”
Thalassa gagged, the stew proving to too much, and she spat it out onto the napkin on the table.
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She frantically reached for a tissue, wiping her mouth, then looked up at Lysander with panicked eyes,
meeting his hard, displeased gaze.
His handsome face was tight with anger.
Thalassa’s nerves spiked as she rushed to explain, “These are the dishes you had specially prepared
for me. Of course, I wanted to finish them. Otherwise, you’d be upset.”
Lysander frowned, his aura growing colder, barely containing his rage.
In her eyes, he was such an unyielding and heartless tyrant!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Go do whatever you need to do once you’re full!” Lysander spoke in a low and frosty tone. Had he
ever said she had to finish everything?
Thalassa was stunned, looking at Lysander incredulously. Wasn’t he forcing her to finish? Had she
misunderstood his intentions?
Was he not angry, but actually thought she truly enjoyed these dishes, so he had them made for her, to
whet her appetite and nourish the child within her?
The former was easier for Thalassa to believe, the latter was beyond her comprehension, utterly
unbelievable.
As she hesitated, Lysander’s eyes were deep and icy, his presence growing ever more chilling.
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly rose from her seat, not wanting to delay and risk his
wrath.
“I’m going to take a shower. I’ll play with the kids afterward,” she said hurriedly, standing up and leaving
the dining table, eager to escape Lysander’s smoldering anger.
The children were still eating, and by the time she finished her shower, they would likely be done-
perfect timing to join them in play.
Lysander watched her retreating figure, his breaths sharp and tight, a dull ac
chest.
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