Janice glared at Jules as their hands collided when she was about to snatch the salt shaker from the table.
Since today, Jules had avoided her like a plague and had come closer only when the queen invited him to dinner.
Jules chuckled, shaking his head as he watched his wife. He didn't blame her for acting the way she did, since he had been the one keeping the distance from her.
Heck, he had rejected her last night only to enter the room after she was asleep to grab the extra pillows and duvet there.
“You should eat more of this,” Jules murmured, shoving the plate full of pork in front of her.
“I'm fine with this,” Janice grunted, pointing to the sausage on her plate.
Jules frowned as he discovered she had barely touched her food. He wondered if she was having trouble with nausea again when she wrinkled her nose.
However, he noticed she hadn't dashed to the bathroom ever since the doctor gave her the drugs.
Similarly, he was conscious of the fact that she was getting bigger, w
