On the breakfast table no matter how spicy or salty or bitter tasted the dishes were but he ate them one by one without complaining, even complimenting her. When he wanted to throw it, he saw her face and how she was smiling so he just could not... Bellona wanted this. After eating she sauntered her way out toward the kitchen, pretending like a busy housewife.
As soon as she left, Preston ran to his room. Anna was concerned, at the time of eating he did not look so pleasant to the eyes. Getting in the room he ran towards the bathroom. Preston vomited his stomach out, never did he feel so stuffed and bad just because of some dishes before. If it was someone else he would make them pay but it was his wife, the woman he loved the most.