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Right Person, Wrong Time novel Chapter 976

Chapter 976 Her Appetite Gets Better

Nicole looked at the ground without remarking on Colton's words.

It seems like Julia has gotten her life back on track.

Meanwhile, Nicole continued to have the sour straws candy. The extreme sourness eased the discomfort in her stomach.

Since she was enjoying the candies, Colton went to the kitchen and whipped up some food.

Nicole hadn't eaten anything all day. Every time she ate something, she felt sick and had the urge to retch. It always ended in her throwing up. Now, the candies had aroused her appetite. The aroma of food Colton was busy preparing became quite an enjoyment for her.

Nicole swallowed in anticipation. After having some candies, she could feel herself regaining a little strength.

On the other hand, Colton was very thoughtful. He set the chowder and the food on a tray before bringing them to her and putting them on the coffee table.

Nicole had a spoonful of chowder first. The softness of the chowder moisturized her throat and warmed her empty stomach.

The combination of the chowder and the snacks was appetizing. As a result, she finished a whole bowl of chowder on her own.

After the meal, she contentedly lay on the couch and yawned.

Her eyes watered as she yawned. Sleep gradually crept up on her. After getting pregnant, Nicole always got sleepy after a meal like a child normally would.

A huge and expensive chandelier hung from the ceiling. Its blinding lights stung her eyes. She narrowed her eyes to limit the light entering her eyes, but the lights falling on her eyelids were stinging all the same.

Thus, she simply blocked out the lights with an arm above her eyes. Fluttering her eyes closed, she took a nap.

After Colton cleaned up the table, he turned to watch Nicole, who was napping on the couch.

She wore an oversized long-sleeved shirt and a pair of tight black pants today. The tight pants did a good job of accentuating her curvy hips.

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