Archie boiled soup for Evelyn, made some vegetarian dishes, and made a chicken wing she liked.
“Baby, it’s dinner.”
Evelyn walked over, sat at the table, looked at the food, very appetite, but his stomach churned.
Evelyn clutched his chest: “It should be a reaction during pregnancy. It’s a bit uncomfortable.”
Archie stroked her hair distressedly.
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