Marcel couldn't do anything but stand and watch as Adele threw up the contents of her stomach in his coffee jug. There was even a bit of coffee left in the jug but he was not drinking it anymore.
By the time Adele was done, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned against the desk. She felt much better now. When Marcel and Victor were arguing, the pressure on her had been too much and she just needed to release it all.
Adele absent-mindedly ran her hand over her belly, she was better now. However, unfortunately for her, that little gesture was noticed by Marcel and both of their gazes met hers as it dawned on him.
"No!" A guttural roar left Marcel's lips and he strode over to Adele and grabbed her arm roughly, startling her, "He fucking got you pregnant?!"
He shouted at her face while Adele's feet stuck to the ground. She was wide-eyed and looked like a rat caught by the owner while trying to steal the food. How did he know?
