"No, of course not."
The tips of Hazel's white ears were tinged with red. She awkwardly put her hair back to her ears to hide
her embarrassment.
Alan smiled a more playful smile. "Hazel, if you want to hear it, ask Mr. Moore to say it."
A touch of disappointment flashed by Hazel's eyes. "We would only say sweet words privately."
But actually, Oca had never said the sweet words that would touch her. It was she who took the
initiative to express her feelings, and he looked indifferent.
He was always calm. No matter what she said or what she did, it wouldn't stir his feelings.
Hazel couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Sometimes she wondered what Oca would look like
when he wasn't himself.
He was so calm that she felt he was like a cold statue.
In Oca's mind, there seemed to be no love, only work. It was when he was working that he would be
fully engaged.
He was meticulous in his work and he was really charming when he focused on work. That was what
attracted and enchanted Hazel most.
She was the one who always expressed her feelings first, but she was still willing to do so.
"Hazel, you're shy again," Alan laughed.
"Grandfather is coming. Dinner is ready," said Wilson.
They went to the dining room and sat down in turn. No one dared to eat until Patriarch took the first
bite.
In the Way family, Patriarch had the authority over everything and no one dared to disobey him.
Anika spoke to Alan, "Alan, get Nora some soup. She needs to build up her body."
"No." Nora didn't want to have soup.
"It won't hurt to have some." Alan did as what his mother told him to do and served Nora the soup.
There were some materials of traditional Chinese medicine and the medicinal flavor was strong, plus
the soup was a little greasy, she felt sick when smelling it.
But with so many people here, she did not want them to find that she was pregnant, so she could only
endure it.
Nora held her breath and pushed the soup in front of Alan. "No. You can have it."
"I'll get myself another bowl." Alan picked up another bowl of soup.
With two bowls of soup in front of her, Nora felt more uncomfortable. She rubbed her hand against her
heart to suppress the discomfort, but the more she endured, the more she resisted, until she could not
stand it and ran to the bathroom.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Hazel, "Is she feeling sick again?"
"She might not be well," Alan was a little flustered and ran to see Nora.
Nora vomited in the bathroom, spitting out what she had eaten today.
Her stomach churned violently.
"Are you all right?" Alan had never seen Nora suffer from vomiting before, and he was distressed to
see her like this.
Before Nora could answer him, she felt sick again and continued to vomit until she collapsed.
Everyone was looking to the bathroom. Anika was a little worried. "Is Nora sick?"
"Mom, don't worry too much. I don't think Nora is sick," said Clara, Wilson's wife with a smile. "I think
Nora is pregnant."
Hearing this, they were all happy.
But Oca frowned slightly. He did not speak, just quietly listened to their discussion.
Clara continued, "When I was pregnant, I also felt sick when I smelt some food with stronger flavors.
Sometimes I didn't have any appetite and didn't want to eat anything. It was similar to what Nora is like
right now."
"If Nora gets pregnant, that's good news." Hazel looked at Patriarch. "Grandpa, don't you think so?"
"Of course it is," said Patriarch with a smile, "It has been a long time since anything happy has
happened to the Way family."
"How could I not realize that? Clara was right. Nora seems to be pregnant." Mrs. Way smiled happily. "I
had the same situation when I was pregnant, but it was not as serious as Nora was."
"It varies from person to person. Some people don't have any symptom at all, while others will vomit
violently." Clara looked at Nora sympathetically as Alan helped her out. "Nora is going to suffer a lot."
Alan was a little confused as they all looked at him with a happy, expectant look. "What's wrong?"
"Alan, are you still hiding from us?" Hazel raised her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" Alan wondered.
"Are you going to be a father?" asked Hazel. Alan felt pale at her question and his hand shook a bit.
"No. That's not something to joke about."
"And Nora isn't feeling well, so I have to take her home to rest." Alan was going to take Nora away.
And Nora was not in the mood or had the energy to explain. She just wanted to get out of here.
"There's a room upstairs. You can just carry Nora upstairs and rest." Anika blamed her son for his
thoughtfulness. "Nora is too weak to do anything now," she said.
"Mom."
"Nora is not feeling well. Call the family doctor to check on her later. Anika and Clara had the same
situation with Nora when they were pregnant. Everything will be clear when the doctor comes," said
Palmer. "Go upstairs and rest."
Alan was worried. If the family doctor came to check on Nora, everyone would know that Nora was
pregnant.
"It's not what you think," Alan kept lying to them.
Nora knew it was impossible to hide from them. So she decided to tell the truth, "Grandpa, Mom, Dad,
I'm pregnant. Alan doesn't know it yet. Don't blame him."
Alan didn't expect Nora to let go of the news. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.
He wanted to help her to hide it, but in the end, she had to admit it in public. Alan felt guilty.
Seeing that Nora had admitted it, Patriarch, Palmer, and Anika were happy. Everyone was delighted to
hear that.
"He doesn't know it yet?" Palmer frowned. "He's your husband and he doesn't even know you're
pregnant. Nora, don't stand up for him. I have to teach him a lesson."
"Dad." Alan felt wronged.
"Don't explain it! I'll deal with you later," Palmer said with a straight face. "Take good care of
Nora."
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