A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 259

"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.

"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?"