A Wild and Hot Cutie

Chapter 259 My child is missing

"He's fine, you need to rest..."

Davis's complexion is dark again, and his black eyes shrouded a layers of sorrow that could not be

turns away.

"Davis, take my baby here, okay?"

Davis stands up, "No, the child is born prematurely. Now he is in the insulation room and cannot be

carried out..."

Alisa struggles to sit up.

"Then I'll see the baby myself, shall I?"

She misses him too much. She is pregnant for seven months, and she wants to imagine his cute little

face every day.

After all, she couldn't wait to see what he looks like. Is it more like her or more like Davis?

"No, the doctor says that you can't get out now, and now the wound has not recovers yet."

Davis's cold tone interrupts Alisa's delusion.

Alisa has no choice but to lie down again, looking at Davis.

"Davis, how are you doing to Sam?"

"Is that all you have in your heart?"

Alisa sees Davis's face pull down, knowing he is angry, and immediately coaxes him again.

"Sorry, Davis, I know you love me very much, it's all because you really misunderstand Sam."

"Alisa..."

Sam's figure appears at the door of the ward, still in a white suit, and a little bruise, but it looks much

better than when he is tied to the factory.

Davis glares at him and rudely says, "What are you doing here?"

Sam places the flowers in his hand on the bedside.

"I come to visit Alisa..."

Davis wants to fight him again and is stopped by Alisa.

"Davis, can't you be generous?"

Davis looks at Sam coldly, turns around and walks out, let him stand here, he really couldn't help but

want to beat him.

"Alisa, you finally wakes up, great. That day I saw you bore the hit for me, I almost..."

"Sam, I'm fine, don't blame Davis, he's just a little anxious. You really just misunderstand each other..."

His eyes dim, far more than just a misunderstanding.

Davis doesn't go far, always standing at the door, listening to their conversation.

Just a few words, Sam leaves quickly.

Sam's figure walks to the door, Davis's cold eyes glares at him, as if warning, as if picking a shirt.

Sam tidies up his clothes, looks at him with a smile, and whispers in his ear, "One day, what you did to

me, I will double it to pay you back. It’s soon..."

Sam chuckles and turns away.

Davis stands up, trying to catch up, but he is stopped by Jordan.

"Master, don't be impatient."

Davis gasps for a long time before sitting down heavily.

Nanny comes in holding the cooks chicken soup and sees Alisa sitting in a daze, quickly helping her to

lie down.

"Miss Alisa, in the confinement, if you don't sit well for a long time, it will hurt your waist.

Nanny blowing chicken soup and hands it to Alisa.

Although the chicken soup is fragrant, Alisa has no appetite at all, she misses her newborn child. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Nanny, have you seen the baby?"

"Yes." Nanny freezes slightly, and soon laughs, "Come, Miss Alisa, drink chicken soup first."

Alisa takes the chicken soup, stirs the spoon gently, and reluctantly asks, "The baby looks like me, or

Davis?"

"This..." Nanny hesitates for a while and replay with a smile, "That one is too small to see the face

shape at all, but the brow is like master..."

"Really? Like Davis..." Alisa's mother's love is too thick.

If it ’s a boy, like Davis is pretty good, after all, Davis ’s appearance is still outstanding.

"Nanny, do the baby wear the clothes I prepare for him?"

"Oh, that clothes, not yet. Little Master's situation is a bit special, he can only wear special clothes in

the hospital, he is not allowed to bring his own clothes..."

"Oh oh, yes." Alisa laughs at herself, perhaps because she is too impatient.

The baby is still in the care room in the hospital, and it definitely needs a sterile environment, which

should be hospital clothes.

She just doesn't know if the clothes in the hospital will be uncomfortable for him.

"Nanny, take my phone and take a picture of my baby."

Alisa laughs.

"Ah..." Nanny freezes, and suddenly thinks something.

"Miss Alisa, I forgets, I still have soup on the stove, I have to go back quickly."

Nanny’s pace quickens and she hurries away.

Alisa frowns. Can this be forgotten?

"Davis..."

Davis walks in from the outside. He doesn't seem to like staying in the ward.

Most of the time, he either looks at her quietly, or sits on a chair in the aisle, smoking cigarettes alone.

This change makes Alisa feel weird.

"Well, what's wrong?”

Davis squats down in front of her.

Alisa holds his hand."I want to see what my baby looks like. Can you take a picture for me?"

Davis frowns."You just hurt your son like this, don't even think about how I feel?"

"Well... I'm just curious. OK?"

"No, the mobile phone has radiation, and taking photos are not allowed in the hospital..."

"You take is secretly."

No matter how Alisa begs, Davis refuses to say anything.

Alisa has to wait patiently and wait for her wound to heal before going to see the baby.

"Davis, what milk powder does the baby eat now? Will he cry? Will the nurses there neglect their

duties?"

Alisa, who has just become a mother, always cares about the child, and always feels uneasy, asking

Davis about this from time to time.

For her question, Davis does not always give her a complete answer.

"You just need to take good care of yourself, and then you can see it in person."

"Can you tell me something about the baby?"

Davis looks at her with annoyance, "Can you stop saying this all day, I'm annoyed."

Alisa doesn't dare to ask again. She has to wait.

With no baby around, Alisa's breasts are uncomfortable. She couldn't sleep well, and she doesn't eat

well.

She has been expecting.

Finally waits until the third day, and she is able to get out of bed.

She moves to the door little by little and asks the nurse, "Miss, in which room does my baby live?"

"On the 9th floor..."

"Where do I find my baby?"

"You can see it by pressing the house number..."

Alisa is gleeful and prepares to help the wall to go out.

Suddenly Davis runs over from the corridor.

"Alisa, you are crazy..."

Alisa is hugs by Davis, and then placed on the bed, Davis becomes furious.

"Why are you so disobedient, what do you do if you run out and tear the wound?"

Alisa looks at him at a loss.

"I, I, just want to see the baby..."

"No, in five days..."

Davis's domineering tone interrupts Alisa's fantasy...

Alisa starts biting her fingers, time passes slowly.

However, in order to see her baby earlier, she actively cooperates with the treatment and is assisted by

Davis every day, walking around the ward.

Davis's temper seems to be getting worse and worse. Every time Alisa asks the baby, he always

unhappy about the topic, or he doesn't answer even a single word.

Alisa doesn't dare to ask carefully, pressing the doubts in his heart and waiting quietly.

After finally waits for a week, Alisa's body is fully recovers.

"Nurse, my body has recovers, can I see my baby?"

The nurse is holding a stack of lists, looks carefully, and nods.

"You can be discharged,. Your husband is going through the discharge procedures for you, just wait a

moment here."

"Discharged? What about my baby?"

The nurse looks at the list and shakes her head."No baby."

"What do it mean to have no baby?"

Alisa is panicked. She feels like her heartbeat is missing, and the whole person is too empty.

The nurse takes another careful look at the list.

"I don't know."

Alisa suddenly realizes something and runs madly into the elevator.

No baby.

The nurse's words exploded in her mind like a thunder.

How could it be. She is pregnant for seven months, she could feel its movement across the belly, she

could feel his existence, how could there be no baby?

There must be something wrong. ..

Alisa hurriedly squeezes into the elevator. As soon as the elevator stops on the ninth floor, she rushes

out first.

Looking at the number plate of the newborn baby room, she rushes straight in.

There are rows of new-born babies.

The baby's pink arm is tied with a soft cloth strip, which write the number of the ward.

Alisa counts them one by one.

806, 808, 809...

Alisa stops when the number reaches 809, because it is an empty box with a 809 soft cloth strip inside,

buts he doesn't see the baby...

Alisa suddenly falls to the found.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't come in here..." A nurse comes in.

"Oh, I'm a patient in room 809. May I ask why my baby is gone?"

"This..." The nurse checks the checklist, and shakes his head in a fog."This, I don't know."

"How could it not be, have you lost my baby..." Alisa is crazy.

"Miss, calm down, if it is true, it should be here, I'll check it for you..."