Chapter 92

After that, she immediately went to the kitchen.

Blake changed into slippers and walked over. He handed the jacket he had taken off to Jessica, who, as usual, went to put it on.

Blake's eyes were fixed on her back. She didn't care about him and asked if he had recovered from the cold.

At dinner time, Blake said that he had no appetite, so he went into the study without even drinking the soup.

Jessica was feeding Winson while the little fellow was chewing the rice. He said in a cute voice, "Baby, eat, eat, be good. Papa, don't eat, not good."

Miss Susan glanced in the direction of the study. Fortunately, he didn't hear it. If Mr. Ferguson knew that he was teased by such a small child, he would have pulled a long face.

Miss Susan said, "Madam, did Sir's cold got serious? He's under such intense pressure. It'll hurt his health if he doesn't eat."

Jessica's eyes flashed. When he entered the door just now, she saw that his eyebrows were wrinkled. She wondered if he had a headache aga