The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 987

Nathan wasn't really sick. After Anya hung up the phone, she burst into tears. Nathan quickly opened his eyes and cradled her on his belly.

"Stop crying, I'm perfectly okay, aren't I?"

"Nathan... Nathan isn't dead..."

Anya wiped her eyes with her little hand.

"I'm not dead yet." Nathan burped and placed Anya's hand on his stomach.

"I have indigestion, so give me a little massage."

Anya burped as well while sobbing, clutching Nathan's shirt, "...if I massage you, you won't die, right?"

"Uh... but you're not massaging, you're clutching."

Anya's eyes were red from crying. She massaged Nathan's stomach while talking to him.

Nathan didn't know what to say to her, so he just picked a random topic.

"Look at your sister, doesn't she know you're still little? Why isn't she home at this late hour?"

Anya pouted, clearly unhappy. "Mom... is working..."

Nathan glared at her, said seriously,

"She's your sister, not your mom. We're married. If you call her mom, then what am I to you?"

Anya pouted.

"Nathan... don't you like Anya...Anya is so cute..."

Nathan glanced at her. Her big eyes blinked and blinked, full of grief. That was too much!

"Do you think Anya isn't well-behaved..."

Her big grape-like eyes were full of tears.

"Anya can be better... Please don't leave mom and Anya..."

As she spoke, her teardrops fell. She lowered her head, but her little hands didn't stop massaging Nathan's stomach. She looked so obedient and pitiful. It was so heartbreaking.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't say I'm leaving you guys. Why are you crying? Stop crying, I didn't say I'm leaving you and your mom!"

"Really?"

Nathan nodded, "Really."

Anya blinked her big eyes, still looking a bit uneasy.

Nathan took a deep breath, pointed at his own face, "Come, give me a kiss. That's proof that I'm not lying to you."

Anya blinked her big eyes, climbed from Nathan's belly to his chest, and held his face with her soft little hands.

"Smack—"

"Muah—"

"Pop—"

Anya kept kissing his face.

"Alright, alright, you've slobbered all over my face!"

Nathan dodged Anya’s "wet kisses" with a disgusted look.

Anya looked at Nathan's face and giggled.

Nathan burped, looked at Anya's cute little face, and after a while, suddenly said,

"Little one, will you call me dad?"

She must have touched up her makeup. Perhaps because she had rushed back, her cheeks were more flushed than usual. Maybe...

As the chill on her body dissipated, Nathan finally asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Yulia frowned, got up with Anya in her arms, "You seem fine to me."

Nathan quickly grabbed Yulia's wrist, "You heartless woman, my stomach hurts!"

Yulia was pulled back onto the sofa by his force. She looked at his stomach, where the shirt was badly wrinkled, obviously massaged by Anya.

"Did you eat something bad, or..."

"I ate too much, indigestion!"

To make his claim more convincing, he burped.

Yulia smiled faintly.

"How much did you eat that you could have indigestion?"

Nathan didn't answer for a moment.

Yulia took a deep breath, put Anya aside, took out a first-aid kit from under the table, then stood up and helped Nathan up as well.

On Nathan's back, shoulders, and arms, Yulia tapped and kneaded, ignoring Nathan's complaints. After a while, she took a piece of thin thread and wound it around his thumb.

Seeing Yulia holding a sharp needle, Nathan watched her warily.

"You want to kill me?"

Nathan scoffed lightly, kill him with a needle? Was this a joke?

However, just as his sarcastic laughter was still echoing in the air, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his thumb, followed by a gush of dark blood.

This ruthless woman.