Feather was in bed the whole morning. Yesterday's lunch date with Hawk was terribly awful. She got home so sick and exhausted. After she vomited from the restaurant, Hawk brought her back immediately to the hospital worried that she had gone pretty sick. The President of Monsanto Empire never had an ounce of an idea that the soup that he forced to feed her was the reason for her sudden vomiting.
Why in the world would Hawk Monsanto—the youngest billionaire in this country—would ever feed his woman a cow's balls and intestine?
God! She had never once thought being Hawk's woman was this hard!
The thought of it only made feather sicker and so she beeped for a maidservant to get her some medicine for her sudden headache. However, when the door of her bedroom opened, it wasn't only the maidservant who came with her medicine; her mother Madam Fara glided herself graciously also in her room.
"How are you feeling my dear?" Madam Fara touched her head, trying to feel her temperature.
