In C City, Vinton and Valery had just attended the opening ceremony of the Grand City.

This project was planned and managed by Vinton. He was very happy and hoped that Eva could celebrate for him. He didn't expect that Eva would say that she had something to do and couldn't come. He was very depressed.

After the celebration party, Valery took Wendy to the hotel room to look for him, and also brought a glass of rose red wine.

"This wine is produced in Rose Manor. We can drink it in the country thanks to Essie." Valery said with a smile. She poured two glasses of wine, one for Wendy and the other for her brother.

Vinton was a little surprised. His sister hated Essie so much that she hated everything Essie liked. He didn't expect that she would bring the wine Essie invested today.

"Sister, why don't you drink it?" Noticing that Valery didn't pour for herself, he asked casually.

"I caught a cold and took some medicine. It said that drinking is not allowed." Valery made an excuse that she wouldn't drink the wine that Essie liked.

She began to talk about their childhood, and then deliberately yawned, saying that she had taken the cold medicine and was a little sleepy. She went back to sleep and asked Wendy to accompany Vinton.

Not long after she left, Vinton suddenly felt an inexplicable heat all over his body. He turned the temperature in the room to the minimum, but the fire in his body was still spreading rapidly to his limbs and bones.

Wendy, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be the same. "It's so hot. Vinton, is the air conditioner broken?" She half closed her eyes, with a strange flush on her face. While wiping the sweat on her forehead, she began to unbutton her shirt.

"Damn Valery." Vinton seemed to have realized something. He jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the fridge and took out a bottle of ice water. He took a big gulp and poured the rest of it from his head, forcing himself to keep sober.

At this time, Wendy rushed over and hugged him. "Vinton, I'm so uncomfortable. Help me, help me quickly."

It was like adding fuel to the fire, making his dry and hot blood boil, and a terrible heat rushed to his head.

However, his sense still had the upper hand.

He grabbed Wendy's shoulder and pushed her away by instinct. She staggered a few steps back and fell to the ground because of overexertion.

"Vinton!" Wendy yelled as she wiggled on the ground.

He shook his head hard, trying to restrain the drug in his body. Then he walked over to take off his pajamas and wrapped her. "Wendy, you can't stay here. Go back to your room quickly." He helped her up and pushed her out desperately.

After closing the door, he was so angry that he punched the wall hard.

Damn it! Valery dared to drug him in the wine. When he recovered, he would definitely not spare her.

He rushed into the bathroom, opened the cold water and soaked it in to make himself comfortable.

The night was as dark as ink.

The night wind blew in through the curtain, like a woman's gentle fingers gently stroking his face.

He couldn't help thinking of Eva, her smile, her body, her breath...

Thinking of this, he seemed to reall

t Eva. He had to practice judiciously in the future.

At this time, on the luxury cruise, Mili, Dot and Rabi were playing happily on the deck.

Sitting on the lounge chair, Essie was drinking juice and looking at the stars, lazy and cozy. Sitting next to her, Zac thoughtfully fed her cherry.

Maybe it was because she could eat the braised noodles cooked by him every day that her appetite was much better and she didn't vomit anything as before.

However, Zac felt that his threat worked, because as long as she vomited, he would put his head on her belly, teach the little thing a lesson, and warned it that if it didn't behave well and bullied his wife again, he would give it a hard spank and deduct the money from one to ten years old when it was born.

"It seems that this little guy is quite smart. He can understand his father's words. Now he is more and more obedient." He looked at her flat belly with a sense of complacency.

Essie was a little confused. The baby was only two months old and hadn't grown up yet. How could she hear him.

"Honey, this is just the end of the pregnancy reaction period. It has nothing to do with your threat."

Zac raised his beautiful thick eyebrows slightly and said, "I saw that you didn't react at all when you held Mili and Dot before. You could eat, drink and sleep well."

Essie shrugged. Indeed, she was pregnant with twins before, but she was neither picky about food nor threw up. It was quite relaxed, not as uncomfortable as this time. This little guy was more troublesome than his brother and sister.

Zac picked up the coconut juice on the table and took a sip, with an indescribable deep look flashing in his eyes. Although he was ninety-nine percent confident that the child was his, he was still one percent worried that the child had nothing to do with him.

Essie keenly sensed the subtle change in his expression and guessed that he was worried about the identity of the child. She really hoped that the child was Zac's, but what if the god wanted to tease her?

Most importantly, if the child was really a bastard, what should she do with it?