Howard Geoffrey continuously kissed Rebecca Quentin’s salty, wet face, letting her struggle in his embrace, yet he was still unwilling to let go.
Until Rebecca Quentin was exhausted from resisting, collapsing softly in his arms, he slowly released her, deeply gazing into her tear-soaked eyes.
"I’m begging you, let go... Please stop this endless entanglent, have so pity on ..."
Her pleading gaze seared his heart.
He wanted to hold her tighter, but she mustered all her strength to push him away...
He stepped back, not daring to get closer, fearing her emotions would beco even more agitated.
She kept watching him warily, until a dull pain arose in her lower abdon...
Suddenly, she bent over, her face twisting in pain...
Howard Geoffrey rushed to Rebecca Quentin’s side like the wind, "What’s wrong?"
Beads of restrained sweat appeared instantly on Rebecca Quentin’s forehead, "I... I... my stomach... it hurts so much..."
"What?"
Howard Geoffrey’s face turned pale, and in that second, he cradled her in his arms, quickly rushing out of the study...
Half an hour later, at the hospital.
Howard Geoffrey sat on the edge of the bed, tightly gazing at her serene face with long lashes and slightly pale complexion.
"Mr. Geoffrey..."
Howard Geoffrey gestured for silence, whispering, "Let’s talk outside."
Doctor Henley nodded slightly.
Unwilling to leave, Howard Geoffrey gently tucked Rebecca Quentin in before stepping out of the hospital room.
Outside the patient room, Howard Geoffrey asked, "How is she?"
Doctor Henley replied, "Mr. Geoffrey, you don’t need to worry too much. Thankfully, Miss Quentin only had a scare with the pregnancy. She just needs so IV fluids and rest; she should be fine."
Howard Geoffrey looked through the glass at Rebecca Quentin, lying on the hospital bed appearing very fragile, and his heart tightened, "What did she tell you earlier?"
When he brought her to the hospital, she had already fainted from the pain...
Later, as she was wheeled into the hospital room and doctors examined her, she seed to regain consciousness...
He stood outside the glass window, witnessing her deliriously clutching the doctor’s clothing, seeming to beg...
Doctor Henley truthfully said, "I didn’t hear clearly just now, only heard her say ’no’..."
"Is that all she said?"
In hesitation, Doctor Henley added, "Miss Quentin also ntioned ’child’..."
No... child...
At this mont, a trace of pain passed through Howard Geoffrey’s lancholy eyes.
Doctor Henley sighed lightly, "Mr. Geoffrey, actually, the last ti Miss Quentin ca for a check-up, she asked for dication... I couldn’t go against the patient’s wishes, but I knew you wouldn’t agree to Miss Quentin doing this. Since I couldn’t reach you, I gave her regular vitamin pills instead..."
Howard Geoffrey, now calm, replied softly, "I understand, thank you."
"Mr. Geoffrey, Miss Quentin’s emotional instability is extrely dangerous for her and the fetus... This ti, it was a fortunate escape, but if this continues, even if the child can grow healthily in Miss Quentin’s womb, I’m afraid her body won’t withstand it..." Doctor Henley expressed concern.
Howard Geoffrey’s expression turned stern, his lips tight, leaving Doctor Henley speechless.
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey spoke blandly, "When will she wake up?"
Doctor Henley answered, "She should wake up soon, but it would be best for her to stay in the hospital for a day or two for recovery."
"Hmm."
Disoriented, Rebecca Quentin opened her eyes, seeing the hospital’s white ceiling, she suddenly sat up, nervously touching her abdon.
Realizing there was nothing wrong with her body, she imdiately relaxed, leaning gently against the headboard.
Hearing the noise behind him, Howard Geoffrey turned around, observing her now-sitting posture, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"
Only after hearing Howard Geoffrey’s voice did Rebecca Quentin notice his aloof silhouette at the window, shaking her head, she replied quietly, "I don’t feel any discomfort now."
"The doctor examined you and said there’s nothing serious; it’s just a scare with the pregnancy. You need to stay in the hospital for two days to recuperate."
"Oh."
Howard Geoffrey approached but only stood by the bedside, gazing deeply at her.
Rebecca Quentin could feel Howard Geoffrey’s profound gaze staying on her, as if carrying unspeakable sadness.
Rembering how anxious he looked when bringing her to the hospital, Rebecca Quentin’s heart softened, and she spoke, "Howard Geoffrey, actually I..."
She wanted to tell him she never intended to abort the child, but before she could utter her words, his low, hoarse voice interrupted.
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