NovelStartChapter 1499: Feeling Nauseous
"..." Violet, facing her daughter-in-law's gaze, sighed again and again, "But this tit's different. | accepted you because my son
chose to be with you, and you have a good character. It's not like you were going to be with your father, but now Claire has to be
with Dr. Watson, and Dr. Watson is not suitable for a domestic life."
"Mom, actually for a writer, it's best not to control her in terms of emotions. Studies have shown that it can easily lead to
depression."
These words frightened Violet. She looked at her daughter-in-law with a mixture of belief and doubt. Depression was not a trivial
matter.
Mya nodded affirmatively, "I've seen similar news. Never underestimate a writer's persistence. If she cannot be with Dr. Watson, it
will be a lifelong wound for her, and it may even seep into her work. The views on marriage and love that cout from it could
affect millions of people."
Was it really that serious?
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This really scared Violet. She sincerely hoped that Claire would have a good life.
Then, Mya continued to reason with facts, holding her mother-in-law's hand all the while, doing her best in the matter of her sister-
in-law Claire dating Dr. Watson.
Violet was almost persuaded by her.
In the evening, after a day of heavy snowfall, Arkpool City finally stopped snowing.
As the night lights con, the entire city was brilliantly warm.
There were piles of snowmen of various shapes by the roadside, swearing scarves, seven wearing veils. This was
undoubtedly the most romantic season of the year.
Many young people were doing romantic things.
At Emerald Bay, the lights in the villa were bright, and the courtyard was a blanket of white snow.
Upstairs in the design room, Jennifer sat at her desk, the door wide open. She held a pencil in her hand, sketching a headband with
a pentagram.
For many designers, drawing on paper with a pencil feels more real than designing on a computer with software.
She liked the "rustling" sound of the pencil on paper.
Although Jennifer hadn't produced a design for a long time, as a master designer, her inspiration and drawing skills were still
excellent. Many things cnaturally to her.
Soon, a beautiful headband had taken shape on the paper.
She was rushing to customize it according to the information provided by her brother.
On the table were three boxes containing diamonds from a private collection auction, with the original diamonds fetching as high
as two hundred million dollars.
These were provided by Ivan Marsh. Tristan said he would pay the market price.
Actually, money wasn't very important to either of them.
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Footsteps sounded at the door. Ivan Marsh cin with a cup of warm milk in his left hand and a freshly fried dough stick made by
Butler Shen in his right hand.
It was yellow and soft, looking very appetizing.
But as soon as she smelled the dough stick, Jennifer's brow furrowed slightly, without stopping the pencil in her hand.
"You're quite fast." lvan Marsh cto her side and glanced at the paper, "It's already taking shape, worthy of a top designer."
The woman didn't even lift her head, "I'll definitely have to pull an all-nighter tonight, he's in a rush."
Ivan Marsh said, "Then I'll accompany you. I'll bring the computer up in a bit. Here, drink your milk first." As he spoke, he also
handed over the warm dough stick, "You like these."
A wave of nausea surged in Jennifer's stomach, and she almost threw up!
"What's wrong with you?" This scared Ivan Marsh quite a bit. He quickly put down the cup and the dough stick, and held her
shoulders, "Are you okay?"
"Back off a bit." Jennifer, enduring her discomfort, said to him, "I don't like dough sticks recently, they makenauseous." Oh my,
she felt like she was about to throw up!
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