Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 2293 - 2297: I’m Afraid You Might Be Poisoned!

Nangong Lin stared at Alvin in disbelief. Wow, he really finished it all! You know, the kitchen at the Nangong Family is meant for cooking for the family, so it’s not like the breakfast places outside that deceive you.

Those deep-fried dough sticks are really solid and quite filling. She couldn’t eat beyond two, and even at home, Nangong Jin, Nangong Yue, and Nangong Tiancheng can only eat four at most. Yet he managed to eat five, plus two cups of soy milk, impressive!

Alvin was indeed feeling a bit uncomfortable from eating too much, his brows slightly furrowed, but he calmly said nothing, started the car, and then found a trash can to throw away the food bag.

"Going to the company?" Alvin asked in the car.

"No need, I’m fine anyway." Nangong Lin leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

"Okay." Alvin nodded, "I’ll take you back to the apartment first."

Alvin drove back to the apartment, and the two waited for the elevator. Nangong Lin glanced at Alvin intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly noticing his face looked pretty bad, maybe a bit pale?

"What’s wrong with you?" Nangong Lin was startled, damn, just now he was all smiles and chatting, why did his face suddenly turn pale?

"It’s nothing." Alvin smiled at her, "Probably caught a bit of a cold."

Nangong Lin blinked and finally nodded, "Oh!"

After returning, Alvin dropped her off at the door, watched her go in, and then went into his room.

Once inside, he couldn’t hold it anymore; his stomach was churning with pain, and nausea waves were hitting hard.

Especially the oily taste of the fried dough sticks was overwhelming, and the feeling was indescribably intense.

"Your Highness, you..." John didn’t have time to approach before Alvin rushed to the bathroom and started vomiting intensely into the toilet.

John, who followed him in, was utterly shocked, "Your Highness, what’s happening to you? Why are you throwing up all of a sudden? Was there something wrong with breakfast this morning? Or did you eat something extra?"

John was extremely worried, gently rubbing Alvin’s back while asking.

Alvin was too occupied with vomiting to respond.

John was terrified, quickly fetched a cup of warm water, and rushed back to the bathroom, offering support and a towel to Alvin.

After finally vomiting everything out, Alvin felt a bit better, but he was drained from the effort.

"I’m alright," he said weakly, as he turned on the flush, standing up, "Just ate too much this morning, ugh..."

Alvin went down on his knees as he continued to vomit until he couldn’t throw up anything more.

John was watching, utterly worried, convinced he must have eaten poison!

"Feeling any better?" John asked, lifting Alvin up, his face looking pale, with tears welling up in his deep eyes, showing discomfort.

"I’m okay now." Alvin wiped the cold sweat off.

John guided Alvin to the sofa, fetched warm water for him, brought a trash bin for rinsing, and hurried to drape a thin blanket over Alvin.

Alvin frowned and weakly asked, "What are you doing?"

"I...I feared you were poisoned!" John exclaimed.

Alvin: "..."

"No, I just overate a bit." Alvin rubbed his stomach.

"Your Highness." John cautiously asked, "Didn’t you say you returned home with the second miss?"