The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 275: Ice Cream 1

"Well, I didn’t expect much. But I still have to explain why I finished late to Miss Reporter," Ethan retorted. As Shikera opened her mouth to respond, he stuffed a handful of cabbage into her mouth and smiled, "It would do you good to eat now before the food gets cold."

"Alright, I heard you," Shikera replied, her words coming out in a muffled and inaudible tone.

Her eyes swept over the plates on the table as she wondered which of them to eat next, an excited glint in her eyes.

"Just start from the one nearest to you if you can’t decide," Ethan whispered, noticing her struggle.

"I will do just that," Shikera agreed enthusiastically. However, she had just dug her spoon into the plate when a wave of nausea hit her. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

’But it’s late afternoon already. This isn’t supposed to be happening,’ she thought. Swallowing, she raised up the bowl of hot soup and gulped it down, thinking her digestive nerves would be calmed down. But the opposite happened.

Immediately she dropped the bowl on the table, the one she just swallowed came rushing up into her mouth. She rose up instantly and pushed her chair back, rushing to the toilet to let it all out.

Ethan frowned at her timely reaction like she had been expecting it to happen, and he took quick steps to follow after her. She had locked the door of the toilet when he entered so he had to stay outside and wait for her.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, as soon as the door opened and she walked out.

"Nothing," Shikera replied, trying to be as nonchalant as she could be. She dabbed the sides of her mouth with a piece of tissue which she held in her hand.

"Nothing? You ate just now and couldn’t stomach any of it. Is it the food?" he asked.

"No. It’s...Yeah, you remember that I went to the hospital, right? It started after I came here. Anytime I eat late, I won’t be able to stomach anything so I went to see Krystal. She told me it’s perfectly normal and my system might just be adjusting—"

"Adjusting to what? The environment isn’t conducive, right?" Ethan questioned, interrupting her explanation.

"No, my body is adjusting to itself," Shikera lied, "She said by the time it stops, I might be able to eat more foods than I have been allowed to eat in the past. So she gave me medications and said this will be gone in a few days."

Ethan still looked worried. Placing his hands on her face, he looked straight into her eyes as if to check it she was really saying the truth. "Are you sure about that? Then how have you been eating for the past one month that you’ve been here?" he asked.

"Grandma cooks for me some times and I cook the rest of the time. It’s no bother really; I only have to eat early to avoid this," Shikera answered. She gave a wide smile to alleviate his worries which were expressed in his eyes, causing her to feel guilty.

"Alright then. Come eat the rest so you can have a little bit of strength at least."

Shikera’s eyes widened in surprise as she ran through countless excuses she could give in her head. These days, she could hardly stomach anything apart from what Grandma Cooper cooked. She had only ate what Ethan cooked because she thought it would be different, after all her body was already used to his food, but it turned out pregnancy really didn’t recognize familiarity.

She followed Ethan’s lead as he pulled her back to the table, rehearsing her lies inwardly.

"Ethan, I don’t think I can still eat this."

He frowned, as she expected.

"But you said that only happens when you eat late. If it happens more than once in a day then I don’t think it’s your body adjusting to anything, it only means we have to get to a hospital and make you undergo checkups."

As Ethan talked, he had brought his phone out and was starting to dial a number. The call would have probably connected if Shikera didn’t snatch the phone out of his hand, and disconnected it.

"It’s because I’m tired. Trust me, I just need to rest and then I’ll feel as strong as if I’ve eaten an elephant. Eating more will only make me feel like I’m being forcefed," she stated, pulling him with her to the longest sofa in the living room.

"Let’s just sit quietly together, huh?" she pleaded.

Shaking his head, Ethan walked away from her back to the kitchen. "If you can’t eat that, then you should be able to take this. You’ve never been so tired to refuse ice cream," he said.

"Ice cream?" Shikera muttered under her breath, confused. She was about to ask if she heard well when he emerged from the kitchen with a large bowl in hand.

Her confusion cleared as soon as she caught sight of the contents of the bowl he was holding.

"OMG Ethan! Don’t tell me you made that!" she screamed in excitement, rushing over to meet him. Like a starved kid, she collected the bowl from him and rushed back to take her seat.

"I didn’t make that," Ethan’s calm voice came.

The spoonful of homemade vanilla flavored ice cream halted halfway between the bowl and Shikera’s open mouth, as she snapped her head to look at him.

"Then who made it? It wasn’t here this morning when I checked the refrigerator. Who made it?" she asked.

"You should know that," Ethan deadpanned. "Just a few minutes ago, you said ’don’t tell me you made that,’ so it means you have another person in mind to—"

"Tsk tsk, you really can’t be saved, Ethan." With her confusion already cleared, Shikera diverted her attention back to the ice cream bowl.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, throwing a quick glance up at Ethan. The sides of her mouth were messy and soiled with the ice cream, and she wiped them clean with her tongue.

"Don’t do that, Kera."

She stopped with her tongue still stuck out, raising her brows at him. Her question was pretty obvious from her eyes.

’Don’t do what?’