All Out Of Love novel Chapter 39

"Celia, where does it hurt?"

His voice was still cold, but much softer and helpless.

Her long fingers brushed away the short hair on her forehead, revealing her beautiful eyes.

The moment Carlos looked down, he saw the girl who was looking at him weakly.

Tears welled up in her eyes because of the pain, and her thick eyelashes trembled at once, like a fragile doll that would break at any time.

In the face of such a woman, even Carlos, who was the boss of the entire Jin City, could feel such a helpless emotion.

He knew she was painful and he couldn't replace her.

"I'm so uncomfortable Carlos... Carlos... "

Finally, his name spilled out from her lips. In an instant, heartache and self blame all surged into the man's heart.

The second before seeing her, she was still a lively kitten. It was only a few minutes before she became so haggard.

Carlos pressed his lips and patted her thin body.

"Honey, hold on. We'll be there soon."

He found a blanket from the car and covered it on her. His arms tightened around her.

His words somewhat soothed her. She stopped struggling, but the pain didn't recede. She pulled his sleeve, curled up in pain, and bit her lips purple.

It would bleed if she bit him like this.

The man frowned and saved her. "Be a good girl. Bite me if you feel pain."

In a daze, Celia pushed the finger that had been on her lips away.

"No, don't do that..."

It made Carlos' heart ache to see her act tough.

After a long, upset journey, they finally arrived at the hospital.

Carlos got off the car with her in his arms. But she struggled hard before he took several steps.

"Carlos, Carlos..."

She called him in a hoarse voice.

This was the first time that he had listened to her and gently put her down.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she began to vomit violently.

She was so hysterical that she only retched. She didn't eat much at noon and only drank coffee. And she drank so much wine with an empty stomach just now, she must have a stomachache. But now she felt as if her throat was cut by a knife.

Carlos stood next to her and patted her on the back. Celia didn't spit out anything. Instead, she began to spit out blood intermittently. Carlos' brows twisted and his face was extremely gloomy.

Celia had squatted on the ground for a long time. Since she was dizzy and her legs were soft, she lost her balance. Fortunately, her shoulders were clasped and hugged in time.

"How could you hurt yourself like this just for a man!"

He scolded her in a low voice with red eyes.

She sobered up a lot after vomiting. Thinking of the words said by Ron in the hospital, Celia pulled herself away from Carlos aggrievedly and angrily.

She stood up and walked alone. The steps in the hospital were very high. She staggered unsteadily. She was in a trance and even didn't know what she was doing.

Looking at her unyielding look, Carlos frowned and his face darkened, but he still quickly followed her.

Suddenly, she felt a surge of strength around her waist, and she fell into his arms again.

"Ahem!"

She couldn't help coughing again. His shirt was stained by her blood.

Carlos sped up and took her to the emergency room.

When he put her on the bed, she pulled at his sleeve.

Her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her little face was painfully looking up at Carlos.

All his anger was defeated by her fragile side.

He comforted her while holding her small hand with his big hand. "Honey, don't be afraid. I'm here."