Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 12 Didn't Take Him Seriously

Ivan stared at her calmly with his hands behind his head.

Jennifer hurriedly removed her leg from his waist.

God!

Had she been pestering him all night?

How could this be?

"You..." Jennifer's eyes were wide open, and her face blushed, "I..." NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Not waiting for Ivan to say anything, she hurriedly jumped out of bed and put on her shoes.

She ran away.

Her heart was racing, and her cheeks were like burning. She felt dizzy and flustered.

Ivan had woken up long ago, and he didn't move, just lying there, waiting in a particularly gentlemanly

manner for her to wake up.

She was like a snake wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly, and he actually didn't resent it.

The faint scent in the air gradually caused him to lose concentration gradually.

It was the smell of herbs mixed.

Ivan got up and dressed. He looked calm, but actually not calm at all.

He went to another room, closed the door and locked it.

Taking out a box to skillfully dispense the medicine, he injected it into the vein of his arm.

Watching the blue liquid enter the body, he was calm, for he had been injecting it for several years.

Jennifer was in the kitchen downstairs.

She was cooking tomato and egg noodles for the children, which was their favorite food.

The image of waking up in the morning was popping up in her head. She was so distracted that she

almost cut her hand while slicing the tomatoes.

Ivan came and wanted to order the cook to make some food that the children would like.

Instead, he saw Jennifer busy in the kitchen with three steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles on

the stove. She was sprinkling some green onions into the bowls.

The air was fragrant with noodles, not at all greasy.

Jennifer was shocked to find the man standing in the doorway when she turned around with the

noodles. He locked his eyes on her.

She was shocked, calmed down, and did not intend to talk to him.

She walked out of the kitchen and placed the noodles on the table.

Ivan once again smelled her unique scent, a smell that tugged at his heartstrings, feeling soothed. He

loved it.

"Mommy, daddy, good morning."

When Jennifer came out with another bowl of noodles, Alfie and Diana entered the dining room.

They were dressed in beautiful new clothes, washed up, and in excellent spirits.

Jennifer tried her best to ignore Ivan's presence. She smiled as she greeted the children and seated

them, "Alfie, Diana, it's time to eat breakfast."

"Wow! I didn't expect to be able to eat mommy's handmade noodles here! I'm so happy!"

"It smells so good! It's great!" Diana was happy too.

Ivan saw her sitting with the kids, ignoring him.

"Mommy, didn't you make it for Daddy?" Alfie was sharp-eyed, "How come there are only three bowls?"

Jennifer stroked his little head, "Good boy, just eat yours."

Even though Ivan did not need to have breakfast, he had just injected the nutrient solution, but Jennifer

made him very upset.

How dare she still not take him seriously now that they were married?

Ivan took a step closer, and just before Jennifer put her fork into the bowl, he grabbed her bowl.

Jennifer raised her eyes, and Ivan grabbed the fork from her hand.

"What are you doing?"

However, Ivan walked away with the noodles.

"Hey!" Jennifer wanted to say something but stopped.

"Mommy, I can share some with you!"

"Mommy, I can't finish it either. Don't forget to make daddy's meal next time as well, because we are a

family."

They were always thoughtful at such moments.

Ivan was in the living room.

He put the dishes on the coffee table as he sat on the sofa, a little frustrated.

All the women tried to get close to him, but only Jennifer thought light of him.

She didn't even make him breakfast. Damn it.

Last night, she was under his covers, sleeping in his bed and hugging him all night.

For several years, he had been only drinking water and getting nutrient injection. However, smelling the

fragrance of noodles, he unexpectedly picked up the fork for the first time.