Crises in Love novel Chapter 8

As I was about to speak, Zora emerged with a baby bottle in her hand, "Sir, Ma'am, dinner is served!"

I swallowed back the words I was about to say.

I couldn't act rashly before figuring out Jaylan's intentions.

After all, the scene just now had been quite strange.

Moreover, Carl was still a baby, and he could hardly recognize who was his real mother. I was currently unable to take over the care of him, and if Zora dared to take action against me, she wouldn't hesitate to do the same to a child who didn't understand anything.

I reached out to Zora, "Give me the bottle, I'll feed Carl!"

However, Carl was jumping for joy at the sight of Zora, completely ignoring me and only had eyes for his 'mother figure'.

Stubbornly, I tried to take Carl from Jaylan's arms, but his little hand impatiently pushed mine away, repeatedly reaching out to Zora, calling for his 'mommy'.

Jaylan lifted him up and handed him to Zora, then gently helped me up, "Let's go eat, or else you'll get tired. Food is more replenishing than medicine."

This casual remark made my heart skip a beat. It seemed that Jaylan didn't know the secret of the medicine, otherwise he wouldn't say such a thing. His words clearly implied that I should eat more and take less medicine.

Of course, his words also reminded me that I couldn't appear too energetic. The lethargy after taking the medicine wasn't my current state.

So I had to give up, reluctantly watching Carl, secretly vowing to myself that the child was mine. I just needed to wait a little longer, wait until I could kick her out of my house, and my son would still be mine.

Jaylan's care made me eat a lot of food, which made him very happy. He kept staring at my face and smiling.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Silly girl, I'm just happy to see you have an appetite." Jaylan affectionately patted my hand on the table.

"I feel like you're stuffing me like a Thanksgiving turkey. I think I ate too much." I slumped in my chair, looking sickly.

Honestly, the lack of energy wasn't an act.

Long-term medication and constant sleepiness had overtaxed my body. I was all too familiar with what it felt like to be weak and unable to resist the wind. As soon as I stood up, my heart would race, and I had no strength.

Although I hadn't taken the medicine for these three meals, I could clearly feel that my energy level was much better, but I was still short of breath and very weak.