No One But You

Chapter 21 You Finally Admitted it?

When I woke up, I was in the hospital ward.

I was not like a chick flick heroine who woke up and whispered, panting, and asked the person next to

me, "Where am I?"

This meant that the heroines had no basic discernibility.

The environment in the hospital ward was so remarkable that I didn't have to guess.

My eyes moved slowly to the man sitting in front of my bed. He had long straight legs in his well-made

suit.

He was staring down. His handsome face tinged with sadness.

"Hello." I said.

He looked up at once, leaned over me when he saw that I was awake, "You've been cruel on yourself."

"Isn't it cruel to you? It's your baby I was trying to abort," I replied.

"Yeah." He looked at me unemotionally. "But you just had an accident yesterday and you got sixteen

stitches in your leg."

"And I forced you out?" I gave a light smile, but I suddenly found I cannot open my mouth. I touch my

face and found it swollen.

"Give me the mirror." I said to him.

He handed me his phone, of which the back could be used as a mirror.

I saw a pig's head inside.

I was allergic to anesthetics, so my face was swollen.

He called the doctor, and the nurse and doctor came around to examine me. I looked at him through

the crowd.

He was tall, so he stood out from the crowd. I could see him at a glance.

It was him.

Calvin.

I was a little relieved, at least it was not a bald man with a large belly.

He was handsome and rich.

I was burning feverishly, like a baked potato.

The doctor explained to Calvin, “She has to stand it. Anti-allergy medicine can't be used by pregnant

women."

"How long will this last?" He asked.

"At least a week."

“Will she die for being burn in a week?"

“Physically cooling will help."

I raised eyelid to see Calvin, “Don't talk nonsense, it kills me."

He came up to me and looked me over. His face was so close to mine that a feeling of pressure came

to my heart.

"Why did you take anaesthetic when you know you are allergic?"

"To have operation!" I told him lightly.

"You're punishing yourself, aren't you? Because you're going to take the baby away?"

Damn. I won't punish myself with my body. I turned to my side and put my face to the wall.

He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me over again. "You are crazy," he said.

Oh, it was not the first day I'd been crazy.

Looking at his bright and dazzling eyes, even if I was now burning in a daze, I wanted to exclaim, this

man was good-looking.

I licked my lips, smiled and asked, "Are you the father of my child?"

He stared at me, then moved his head down at a vertical Angle, then up again.

He was nodding.

"Then why didn't you admit it?"

"How can I admit that I slept with a woman, with my status?"

Then why should I have the child born?"

“I have such good genes, why not give birth to the child?"

He was narcissistic.

But I was satisfied with his answer.

I dozed off to sleep.

I fell asleep in the heat and woke up in the heat.

When I opened my eyes, Calvin was gone.

I have a special care, who got close to me when she saw me wake up, “Miss Josephine, would you like

some water?"

I'm hanging up saline and glucose, which wasn't much use for allergies, but at least it would slowly

metabolize my anesthetics.

I shook my head. I was turning into a stuffed pig.

"Miss Josephine, would you like something to eat? You haven't eaten anything for a day.”

"No, what's your last name?" I asked the special care.

"My last name is Dixon."

Damn, why had I met so many people named Dixon recently?

I closed my eyes, “Nurse Dixon, or you shut up or you go out."

I did not feel well and I didn't want to listen to unconstructive nonsense.

The door was pushed open, and the voice of Calvin said, "Has she troubled you?"

When I opened my eyes, he was talking to the special care.

I was the mother of his child. Now I was suffering. And he comforted others.

He approached me carrying a thermos bottle, which did not really match his expensive outfit.

He emptied the soup as clear as water from the bottle.

He didn't leave but went to get me something to eat.

"Snow pear pig lung soup, it can clear lung detoxification." He helped me up.

The smell of pig offal came up to my nose.

I used to like to eat all kinds of pig offal, but being pregnant made me sensitive to certain smells.

I turned my head away. "Take it away."

"Have a bowl." He tried to pursue me.

"No, no." I fretted, “I can't stand the smell."

He pinched my chin and turned my face around. "Do you think I'm patient enough to coax you to

dinner?"

He wasn't angry. He just looked fierce.

I was not afraid of him. Why did he put such a face?

"I did not let you coax. Get out if you had no patience!" I had a bad temper, and I couldn't control it

when I was ill.

Nobody dared speak to him like this. He had been praised up since he was a child.

He laughed instead of being angry. It was such a split personality. Every time I thought he was about to

be angry, he laughed.

"Are you convinced that you are the mother of my child, that you have nothing to fear?"

“Yes!" I said, “Anyway, the shelf life is only a few months, why don't I take advantage of it?”

Calvin was beloved by millions of women. And I dared to abuse him now.

He unclenched my chin and turned to nurse in the corner, “Call some people in, tie her hands and feet,

and then pour the soup into her."

Nurse Dixon was still in a daze, his tone became fierce, “Go!"

Nurse Dixon hurried out.

I didn't believe he would do that. I didn't know why, but I thought he could do anything for anybody

except me.

Probably, I wasn't trying to get anything on him, so I treated him the way I treated others, and he had a

sense of novelty.

To put it bluntly, he was cheap.

I made him feel fresh.

I could not eat any rice for three days. On the fourth day, Secretary Frank came.

He was still acting like a mystery. I knew who the father was. He was still pretending.

I was dying, but my fever was out today.

"Miss Josephine, after this lesson, I hope you will be safe. Wait until the baby is born, and you will be

free."

I ignored him. Now Calvin was not here, and he swaggered in front of me.

Calvin could do nothing to do with me. I didn't drink soup that day. He just said that, but finally he didn't

let me drink soup.

"Miss Josephine, you only have one life. You are the one who will suffer in the future if you don’t take

care of yourself."

I lifted my eyes. "Secretary Frank, that's enough."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.