Chapter 737 Morning Sickness

• Even though Leanna Smith knew Quintez Wood was doing it for her, this was still a bit too cold-blooded.
• “His wife’s nursing? Then tell the kitchen to handle it. What’s that got to do with me? All I know is my wife can’t eat!” Quintez snapped, heart aching at how pale Leanna looked. “Would some milk help a little?”
• Leanna sighed and shook her head, resting her cheek against Quintez’s chest. “I don’t want anything. Stuff I used to like suddenly turns my stomach.”