Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 15 He Knew I Was Pregnant

If I was lucky enough, I would perhaps encounter a warm-hearted driver. In the windy and rainy night,

the sun umbrella didn’t work well, so I was all drenched to the skin.

However, with bad luck, I didn’t come across any car on the way. In coldness, I felt ache from my belly.

A few steps further, I can barely hold on, and my belly also began to be prickling unpleasantly.

Worrying about the baby, I had to stop, crouching with hand on belly. It rained more heavily. I fumbled

about my phone in the pocket, but found nothing. I was afraid it was left in the car.

I had walked a long way from the car and the belly ached so much, so I can hardly step back. With

support of the stone on the side, I tried hard to walk. However, the pain made me sweating, I had to

keep crouching.

At that time, I felt a stream of warm current between my legs, and I was startled. I was losing the baby.

The ancient songs told that girls were made of sugar, perfume and other wonderful things, and they

were as nice as angels.

However, not all girls were made of those things, some girls were born to face disasters and grief.

Feeling fainted, I can hardly keep eyes open. I raised eyes weakly when hearing the car pulling over.

It’s a black Jeep, and the plate was ACL999.

Dennis came. I struggled to stand up. But owing to crouching long and feeling fainted, I suddenly fell

down.

“Fool!” His cold voice rang beside my ear, and I tried to open eyes but failed. I just knew that he lifted

me and put me into the car, and then I fainted.

When I woke up, it’s all white around. I was in the hospital.

I moved a little, but felt great pain.

Out of instinct, I stretched and touched my belly.

“Don’t worry, your baby is fine.” The sudden voice scared me. I turned and saw Mario. I paused.

“Why…” Why you here? But with a sore throat, I cannot speak out.

Seeing this, he raised eyebrows, and then went to get me a glass of water. Then he approached me

and helped me up. But I was intended to keep him away.

He ignored my actions, and moved the glass to my lips. I stretched to hold the glass, but he avoided,

“Just drink!”

So I said nothing more.

Sipping the water, I felt better about my throat.

He put me on the bed and put down the glass. I looked over at him, “Thanks!”

He lowered eyes and stared at his phone, nodding.

Hesitating, I spoke, “Did Dennis knew about the baby?” If I didn’t make mistakes, it’s Dennis who sent

me to the hospital yesterday night. Mario had known about the baby, so did Dennis.

He turned to me, narrowing eyes, “You don’t let him know?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.