Boss,I'm Not Your Stand-in Gilrfriend novel Chapter 32

Although Gavin confessed again. He was not eager to get an answer from me. Maybe he was afraid that I would be under too much pressure. So I pretened to be a shrinking turtle. If he did not mention it, I would pretend to have amnesia.

He was still taking good care of me. I asked curiously, "Aren't you going to work?"

Gavin said scornfully. "Nothing. If there is anything needs to be checked by me, the assistant will send it to me. You don't have to worry about it."

"But I haven't seen anyone come here."

"I took care of it outside the door and let her go back. She might disturb your rest if she came."

Gavin said it easily, but I felt warm in my heart. In these two days, apart from taking a rest on the sofa, he just sat outside for fear of disturbing me. In fact, I had almost recovered, and I didn't need him to take care of me so carefully.

I proposed to leave the hospital, but Gavin refused. He insisted that I should stay at the hospital for two more days.

Living in the hospital, I would still be sad when I saw other people's children or the pregnant women in labour. Every time at this time, Gavin would pat me on the shoulder and said. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, that child is not ours, which means that there is no destiny between us. We will have our own children."

I leaned into his chest and maintained my position for a long time until I realized something was wrong. I quickly got out of his arms and said."You're talking farther. Our child!"

Gavin's presence took away the pain of losing my son, and I'm kind of able to get over it now. Almost every nurse on this floor knew me as a patient and Gavin as a patient's family. Everyone seemed to consider us as husband and wife. And I gradually acquiesced and stopped arguing.

The same nurses came and go, but never changed. But the patients changed all the time. This is obstetrics and gynecology deparment, with the most female patients. Everyone who saw Gavin asked for his contact information. Even the more blatant ones, knowing that he and I are married and still won't give up, probably trying to take my place while I'm having a miscarriage.

When I thought of the phrase "taking my place", I didn't feel anything wrong with it. But when I realized it, I remembered that we are not lovers. How could I say them take the place? In fact, I had not even took the place yet.

I saw Gavin talking to a young and tall woman from a distance. When he came over, I unconsciously put on a bad face. I asked him, "What do you want to hear? Show it to me."