Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 531

Violette didn't expect such a small issue. "Well, I wouldn't really be mad. But that was pretty rude, you

know." Violette said patiently, "You could've asked me if it was okay to open it when I got back. If I said

yes, then you could've opened it."

"Mom, can I open it now?"

"Sure," Violette picked up the package, her expression turning serious all of a sudden, "Rita, I have no

idea who sent this or what's inside, so I better open it myself."

She was worried it could be something dangerous or messy that could scare the kids.

"Oh." Rita's curiosity was piqued.

Violette took a small pair of scissors and cut through the tape on the package.

The nanny came over and asked, "My lady, is Mike coming home for dinner tonight?"

Violette answered, "He has an event tonight, so he won't be back for dinner."

"Alright, I'll go set the table."

"Sounds good."

Violette opened the package and put down the scissors. A draft of cold air came from the box. She took

out a block of ice from it.

She started to feel suspicious. Usually, when there's ice in a package, it's fresh food. But the box wasn't

big. Besides the ice, there was a small roll of black tape.

She took out the tape and unrolled it...

"Mom, what's inside?" Rita looked up, her hands clutching her dress.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her. Violette, holding the box, ran towards the bathroom!

"Mom! What's wrong?" Rita started crying in fear.

Ian quickly hugged her, "Don't be scared, mom's pregnant right now, so she might feel sick

sometimes."

Rita finally stopped crying.

The nanny, hearing the commotion, hurried to the bathroom. "Violette, are you okay?"

Violette went into the bathroom and locked the door.

Under normal circumstances, she would answer the nanny. But once she entered the bathroom, she Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

didn't utter a word. She was in shock!

She's pregnant now, so she can't be as carefree as before.

"I'm fine... Don't worry about me." Her face was pale, trying to keep her composure, "Go have dinner.

I'm not hungry. Don't mind me."

She whispered, clutching the box, and headed upstairs.