Why Doesn T Wendy Get Motion Sickness Romane & Geschichten

Wendy screamed, "Lance, if you walk away today, I'll jump from the second floor!" Lance paused. When he looked at Wendy standing on the balcony, he only felt more irritated. He then quickened his pace and left. The next second, Wendy really jumped. "Wendy!" … At the hospital, the doctor emerged from the ER. He said, "Mr. and Mrs. Walker, don't worry. Ms. Wendy only has some minor injuries." "But she donated a kidney before, and she's had some hallucinations from past trauma. Doctor, please do a full examination on her," Gemma said, still feeling uneasy.

Wendy's POV "Why?" I was about to answer, but suddenly a strange wave of dizziness hit me. My head screamed. "Wendy?" George stepped toward me. "Are you okay?" I forced a smile. "I'm fine." His eyes burned with concern. "You don't look fine." "I'm just…" The dizziness started again, and this time, it was followed by a twist in my stomach. I pressed a hand to my mouth as a wave of nausea climbed up my throat.

Noticing Wendy's discomfort, Celia couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Wendy drank a large glass of water but still felt no relief. "I'm fine. I need to use the restroom." With that, she left. However, Wendy didn't return, even after a long time, leaving Celia puzzled. Gradually, Celia herself began to feel that something was off with her body.

Wendy's face paled as she inhaled sharply in discomfort. Lucas released her immediately, his expression filled with concern. "What's wrong? You look terrible," Lucas asked. She forced a small smile as she replied, "Nothing. Just some stomach cramps." Lucas pressed his warm palm against her lower stomach and pulled her closer. "Let me warm you up." Wendy did not resist. She closed her eyes. Yet, no amount of warmth could cure her disappointment. Meeting Lucas had been the greatest misfortune of her life. The next morning, Wendy woke up early.

The corners of Wendy’s lips twitched, and she smiled thinly, neither approving nor disapproving of Chris’ suggestion. But Chris knew she was still somewhat angry at him, so he added, “I’ll take you downstairs to greet the guests later.” “No,” she shook her head. “You go ahead. I’m a little tired. I’m going back to the room.” “Why are you always tired these days?” asked Chris with concern. “Is your heart feeling alright?” As age caught on, Wendy was diagnosed with heart disease. It was the main reason why Chris was adamant about not letting Weston reveal the truth to Wendy after the incident, lest it might be too much of a shock for her to handle.

His voice was filled with quiet desperation as he reached out to embrace her, but she turned her body slightly, avoiding his touch. Finally, she allowed her gaze to settle on him, but the tone of her words was distant, detached. "Grayson, take me to the beach." His hand faltered, hovering in midair. He looked at her with surprise. "Baby, you've always been afraid of water. You never liked the beach." Wendy's response was cool, almost indifferent. "I suddenly want to see it." After all, her death had been staged as a "suicide by drowning."

He praised Samuel, told me to sit near him, and kept creating moments where we would appear close if someone took a photograph from the right angle. I played along without crossing any line. I stayed polite, calm, and distant. Then Mark poured drinks for everyone. I had already expected this. Before dinner, I had switched my glass with a clean one and kept a small recorder hidden under the table. Mark urged me, 'Wendy, have a little. Everyone is enjoying the evening.' I smiled and pretended to drink. After a while, I leaned back and acted dizzy. Mark's eyes flashed with satisfaction. He stood up and said, 'I need to step out for a moment. Samuel, please help Wendy to the guest room. She look

Her modest neckline had slipped, revealing more than intended. Nevertheless, Felix had spent the past three years with his six beautiful fellow apprentices and was entirely immune to such distractions. "What do you want?" he asked. Wendy answered in a hurry, "Thank you for saving my grandfather. I sincerely apologize for everything that happened this morning." Felix frowned. "You've already apologized. Now, can you let him drive me back to the city?" Wendy was genuinely puzzled. She was a successful CEO well-known for her beauty and had plenty of admirers. Yet, Felix, brimming with youthful vigor, seemed completely unaffected by her charms.

"And who said I wouldn't feel scared anymore?! No! I don't want to ride that!" "Fine. Alright, let's not ride that anymore. I thought you would agree to try all the rides here, but I guess there is something that the Goddess Winter is afraid of. Have you heard about the actress Wendy? I heard she loves going to an amusement park. I kind of think she's a really strong woman. I mean, being able to— "Alright, alright! I'll ride it if that's what would shut your mouth! Come on!" "No, Winter. It's alright even if you don't—

Before Navia could react, Wendy suddenly grabbed her wrist and tried dragging her hand toward her own face. Navia immediately pulled back and took a step away. “Wendy, calm down.” She rose from her seat at once, instinctively putting distance between them. Mostly because Wendy’s sudden movement made her anxious about her stomach. But the moment Navia pulled away, something flickered in Wendy’s eyes. Then, as if she’d been shoved, Wendy stumbled sideways dramatically. “Ah!”