My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 950

Chapter 950 

Skylar immediately thought that Minerva was pregnant. 

When she recovered slightly, Joe handed her a cup of water. 

Minerva sipped at it, still deathly pale. She felt a little better. Then, she apologized,” Sorry, I haven’t been able to stand the smell of fish recently.” 

“No problem. Coincidentally, I suddenly don’t really feel like having fish either. I’ll ask them to take it away,” Skylar said with a smile. 

Minerva didn’t refuse her kindness. She nodded and said, “Alright, thanks.” 

She didn’t eat much after the fish was taken away. Perhaps she didn’t have much of an appetite. However, to avoid affecting Skylar, she still ate a little. 

Pregnancy changed one’s biology. Even her dietary habits had changed. She would’ve had a lot in the past. However, she suddenly felt like everything was tasteless after a few bites. Her appetite had vanished. 

Minerva even felt like she would throw up if she ate anymore. She glanced at Skylar, who was sitting opposite her. 

There was seldom anyone she took to and felt comfortable with after such a short time together. However, Skylar was one of them. 

When she saw her heaving, she didn’t ask her why. Instead, Skylar diffused the 

situation with a glass of water. 

After lunch, Skylar headed to her place. 

Madison didn’t live with her parents. She lived alone in a minimalistic and 

comfortable penthouse. Skylar relaxed upon walking in. 

Clearly, Minerva had found someone to look at the decoration. Such a place would 

only enrich her. There shouldn’t have been a problem. 

Her interior design didn’t look like it would cause the symptoms Minerva had described. 

“I keep the antiques in the study.” 

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Minerva led Skylar into the study. There was a shelf with a few antiques. Skylar could see all of them at a glance. 

Skylar nodded and said, “I’ll study them one by one. This might take some time. You might want to sit down for a bit.” 

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Minerva did so immediately. 

Silence blanketed the study. 

Half an hour later, her eyes fell on a paperweight. 

It had once belonged to a scholar. He’d studied for decades but couldn’t find anything. He couldn’t even get himself certified. He doubted himself, and it caused his demise. After acquiring the paperweight, his behavior became even more erratic. His temper had become more’ fiery. The women who loved him died one after another. In the end, the police interfered and caught him.