Chapter 13: I Felt Nauseous

Aurelia had lived in that villa for three years, but now she only saw it as Chelsea's future home. Just picturing Chelsea in her bed, doing intimate things with Nathaniel, made her feel sick to her stomach. She never wanted to step foot in the Bloom Villa again.

Nathaniel, clearly out of patience, realized Aurelia was throwing a fit. Without another word, he scooped her up and headed straight for the parking lot.

Both Aurelia and Ulysses were caught off guard. Aurelia felt Nathaniel's strong grip and tried to wriggle free, but he held her tight. "Put me down," she demanded, her voice dripping with anger.

"Behave," Nathaniel replied firmly. He placed her in the car, climbed in beside her, shut the door, and told Zack to drive.

Nathaniel moved with such ease, carrying Aurelia without missing a beat. Ulysses couldn't keep up and just watched them leave, muttering curses as the luxury car sped away.

As the car picked up speed, Aurelia started feeling queasy. Her stomach churned, and she felt a wave of nausea that left her face pale. She tried to hold it in, but it was getting worse.

"Nathaniel, I don't feel well," she said softly, her voice strained. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

Nathaniel noticed her change and thought she was just trying to get his attention, feeling a bit smug.

"Stop the car." Aurelia's voice was weak, her hand clutching her stomach, her face growing paler.

Nathaniel frowned, clearly annoyed. "I have urgent matters right now. Just hold on." Aurelia tried to suppress the nausea, but it only got stronger. Seeing her pale face, Nathaniel realized she wasn't faking it. He held her close and opened the window for some fresh air. "Feeling better?"

Aurelia didn't feel any better, but she couldn't speak. She felt a hot surge in her throat, and if she relaxed even a bit, she'd vomit. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Stop the car."

She had reached her limit. But the car kept going. Without Nathaniel's command, Zack didn't dare to stop, only slowing down a bit.

Nathaniel's voice turned stern. "Aurelia, stop it. I really have urgent matters." He pulled her onto his lap, holding her tightly. "Feeling better like this?"

Nathaniel's tight embrace only made her nausea worse. She started trembling uncontrollably. Just as Nathaniel hesitated, Aurelia couldn't hold back any longer. A violent wave of nausea surged up, and she vomited instantly.

The car was instantly filled with a nasty smell, and vomit splattered all over Nathaniel, making a mess of him. "Zack, stop the car!" Nathaniel was both shocked and furious.

The stench made Nathaniel feel nauseous himself. He was fuming, feeling deeply offended by what had just happened. "How dare you!" he growled, his voice shaking with suppressed anger. Zack, clearly rattled, quickly stopped the car and grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess on Nathaniel.

Aurelia had thrown up so much that she had nearly emptied her entire stomach. With her stomach finally empty, she felt a bit of relief, but the lingering smell in the car made her want to vomit again. She opened the car door, rushed to the roadside, and found a corner to throw up again. Zack was flustered, wishing he could be in two places at once.

Nathaniel had a bit of a cleanliness obsession. Usually, not even a speck of dust or a leaf could get near him, let alone vomit. Zack glanced at Nathaniel's grim face, too scared to speak, but he thought Nathaniel deserved it. He had heard Aurelia complaining about feeling sick, but Nathaniel refused to stop the car.

If Nathaniel had agreed to stop the car earlier and let Aurelia rest, none of this would have happened. But Zack only murmured inwardly, not daring to say it to Nathaniel.

Zack quickly cleaned the vomit off Nathaniel, but he could only wipe off the surface; the liquid had soaked into the fabric, and the smell still lingered. Then Zack remembered there was a set of Nathaniel's clothes in the trunk.

Three years ago, when Nathaniel and Aurelia had just married, Aurelia worried Nathaniel might dirty his clothes while socializing, so she had prepared a spare set of clothing in his car.

Since Nathaniel rarely drank, the spare clothes had remained unused. Unexpectedly, after three years, they finally came in handy today. Zack quickly went to the trunk, took out the clean clothes, which were sealed tightly and still smelled fresh after three years.

There happened to be a public restroom nearby, so Zack handed the clothes to Nathaniel for him to change, while Zack called someone to send a new car quickly. The odor in the original car had become so overpowering that it was no longer fit to sit in.

By the time Nathaniel changed and came out, the new car had arrived. Aurelia was sitting on a bench by the roadside, leaning back, looking much better.

Aurelia had some vomit on her as well, but not much; once she took off her coat, she was clean. She sipped the water Zack handed her, taking long, deep breaths. Finally, she felt alive again.

Nathaniel knew Aurelia was genuinely unwell and didn't blame her too much. At the hospital, the doctor and nurse had warned that Aurelia had a mild concussion, which could cause nausea. Though she had vomited on him, it wasn't her fault, but Norman's.