The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 205

The next morning.

Looking at the hearty breakfast that Mama Jean had prepared since early morning, Susan had no idea why but she did not feel like eating anything right now. In the end, she just took a bowl of cereal.

"You are still not feeling well, Susie?” Julian asked, his voice thick with concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine. I just don’t feel like eating. I haven't had much appetite lately. I guess it's probably because I've been moving a lot recently and my body can't adapt to it."

Julian nodded as he felt that Susan was right about her inability to adapt to the change of condition. Then, he continued with a worried face, "Then, you'd better rest at home and don’t go to work today."

"No way! I have to discuss the design with my colleagues today," Susan said before offering Julian a n assuring smile, "Don't worry about me, Julian. I'll be fine."

Julian could only send her to Lanyard seeing how persistent she was. Along the journey, he exhorted her again and again, asking her to take a rest if she really did not feel well.

Susan just smiled and nodded.

In the office.

"What happened to you, Susie? You've been absent for a week!" Ayla asked as she munched on a tuna sandwich.

Susan's stomach did a flip-flop when the smell of the tuna wafted into her nose. She took a step back and said, "It's nothing. Something came up, so I had to attend to it."

She could not tell her that she had a fit with Julian.

"That being said, I’m truly impressed by you, Susan,” Chance chimed in, "Not only did you complete your task in time despite the fact that you were busy with your stuff, but you even got it done splendidly. The department head has sent your design to everyone's mailboxes as an example."

"Is that so?" Susan forced a smile on her face. She did not know why but the burger in Chance’s hand made her feel sick.

There was still some time before they started to work, and her colleagues had the habit of having their breakfast in the office. Susan was alright with the food smell in the past, but right now, it was unbearable to her. i

"Some of your ideas are truly brilliant. For instance, the...” Chance was completely unaware that Susan

was keeping a distance away from him. As he was speaking, he kept moving closer to her.

The smell of the burger was getting closer and closer, and Susan could not hold it in anymore. Covering her mouth, she pushed Chance away and dashed into the washroom.

"What happened to Susie?" Chance looked at her back, confused, "Does my burger smell that bad?"

Ayla rubbernecked between Susan's back and the tuna sandwich in her hand and blinked her eyes.

Susan stayed for a long time in the washroom. She even threw up the cereal that she ate this morning, and her face was pale.

By the time she returned to the office, Chance came u p to her again, "Are you alright, Susie?"

"Go away! Go away!" Ayla chased Chance to one side. She then put her tuna sandwich away from Susan before running up to her.

"Are you not feeling well, Susie?" She asked concernedly.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a little under the weather recently," Susan replied weakly.

"Have you been experiencing repeated attacks of vomiting recently?" Ayla pressed on.

"Yeah, how do you know?" Susan asked.

Ayla then thought for a moment before pitching her voice low. She went closer to Susan and asked again, " Has Aunt Flo been visiting you lately?”

"Hm?” Susan was stunned for a moment. Then, she said, "I always have an irregular period, but now that you mention it... It seems it’s been absent for like two months already...”

"Two months?" Ayla's eyes bulged, "And you're okay with it? Did you buy any pregnancy test strips? It seems to me that you're having morning sickness."

"Morning sickness...” Susan was dumbfounded.

Since she had irregular menstruation, she did not really care about it much. However, when she thought about it, she realized that Ayla’s hunch might be right.

Loss of appetite, nausea, and vomiting... It really seemed like the early symptoms of pregnancy.