Chapter 950


    Despite that, a stubborn and obstinate voice rang out i n her heart. "Angeline Severe, do you think


    you can give up on him?"


    Her answer was firm and solid. "No, I''ll never give up o n him. Never-"


    Jay sat gloomily on the bed. His stomach problems had recurred. He covered his cramping stomach


    with one hand as cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. His face was turning abnormally pale.


    His mysophobia would be triggered almost every day i n the past few years, causing him to vomit


    frequently and weakening his constitution even more. In addition to that, he was on the verge of


    copsing as h e had not been able to eat well, sleep well, and even had to do physicalbortely.


    Now that he had fallen into the hands of this shedevil, he knew that he was not going tost.


    After looking around this unfamiliar yet luxurious room, a self-deprecating smile lifted the corners of


    his mouth. This seemed to be a good ce to die.


    Angeline pushed the door in and stood in front of him, staring at him with no emotions on her face.


    After seeing his pale face, a sh of panic emerged in Angeline’s eyes. She strolled over to him,


    then reached out and touched his forehead, realizing that it was ice


    cold.


    "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" she asked.


    Jay looked at her coldly, a touch of surprise in his eyes. He seemed to be able to make out the


    concern in her eyes. This must be an illusion, right?


    "I''m a little hungry," he said unexpectedly.


    Angeline turned around and went to the kitchen.


    She made him a deft bowl of chicken soup and brought it to him.


    When Jay saw the light andforting chicken soup i n front of him, he suddenly had an appetite.


    His stomach could no longer stand the spicy and oily lunch boxes he had been eating at the


    construction sitetely.


    Unfortunately, Jay''s left hand was handcuffed, leaving him with only his right hand. He had no idea


    how he was going to hold the bowl and drink the soup with just one hand.


    After all, he did not have the guts to ask this she-devil for a favor like that.


    Just as he was hesitating, Angeline scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and brought it to his


    mouth.


    Jay felt extremely uneasy.


    "Why don’t you uncuff me and I’ll do it myself?" He looked at her.


    Angeline hesitated. He was a family man now. He might run away if she released him.


    "I won’t run." There was an obscure look on his face." Besides, I have nowhere to go."


    Angeline felt a pang in her heart after hearing what he said. This wasing from a guy who used


    to be an omnipotent young master in Imperial Capital.


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    He was now reduced to a destitute state where he had to rely on a woman to support the family and


    even got rejected by his mother-inw.


    Perhaps it was to satisfy his arrogance, so Angeline removed the handcuffs in silence.


    Jay held the bowl. Even though he was famished, he still ate in an exceedingly elegant manner.


    After finishing the bowl of chicken soup, he asked Angeline, "Do you have more?"


    Angeline,


    His appetite had never been this good before.


    "There''s no more left."


    Jay stood up holding the bowl. "I’m going to wash the bowl."


    Though as soon as he stood up, his weak body started staggering violently. When Angeline reached


    out to support him, he fell on top of her straight away.


    The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and smashed


    into pieces.


    Through the thin material of her clothes, Angeline could feel his scorching body temperature.


    "You have a fever?" Angeline frowned.


    She touched his waist, observing no limits that a man and a woman should have.


    "No, I don''t." He pushed her away.


    Angeline was puzzled. "I mean, has your body temperature risen?" Jay,