Cosset You Forever novel Chapter 144

"Harry, are you OK?" Lola asked anxiously while scooting to Harry.

"I'm going to die." Harry replied in a low voice without opening his eyes.

His desperate tone doubled Lola's anxiety.

Lola threw herself into his arms, eyes turning red. "Harry, tell me what's wrong with you? How do you feel now?" She asked while checking him up.

Harry grasped her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I develop an incurable disease!"

Incurable disease? Lola was devastated on hearing that. "How could that happen? I cannot live without him." She thought. Tears streamed down her face and dropped onto Harry's arm.

Her hot tears panicked Harry. He pressed Lola's head against his chest at once and said, "Don't cry. I am just lovesick."

What? Lovesick? Lola stopped crying instantly. Teary-eyed, she raised her head and looked at the smirking man.

Lola pinched Harry's waist with all her strength out of sulk. Seeing Harry just frowned slightly, Lola held Harry's arm up and bit it to vent her spleen.

She didn't loosen her grip until she made bite marks on Harry's arm.

"Do you have propensity for violence?" Harry asked while checking his arm which had been bitten and pinched by Lola many times.

Lola wiped her tears and gave Harry a slap, "Yes, so what? You trick me first!" She was really scared. Because Harry was not that kind of person who would joke about that.

Harry wiped her tears when Lola muttered, "Lovesick! If you miss your fiancee, you can call her. Why did you send a message to me?"

Yes! Why did him send message to Lola? Harry looked at Lola with disdain.

"... Why do you look at me in that way?" Lola complained while sitting down at the bedside.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to ignore that silly woman.

"Hey, did you call me here to watch your poker face?" Lola said while hitting Harry's arm which was just bit by her.

If someone said Lola had no propensity for violence, Harry would be the first one to raise objection.

Harry sat up and moved aside to make space for Lola. Then he patted the bed and asked Lola to lie down beside him.

His tenderness greatly eased Lola's anger. She lay down obediently, head pillowed on his arm.

Harry held her close to his chest, "Sleep!"

Staring at Harry's infusion bags, Lola asked, "You haven't told me what's wrong with you!"

The hot pot made him so? If that was the fact, she should be blamed.

Harry could guess what Lola was thinking. He explained, "I drank some Baijiu tonight."

Lola looked up at him. She concluded that her hot pot plus pungent Baijiu made him sick.

"So we don't eat hot pot again and you should drink less alcohol." She advised seriously.

"Ok." Harry replied and kissed Lola on her forehead.

He seldom ate spicy food. The hot pot Lola ordered was too spicy for him.

He ignored the dull pain when they were shopping. In the Storm, he felt better. But after he drank several cups of Baijiu, things got worse.

The ward was so quiet that Harry and Lola could hear the heartbeats of one another. It was too late. So Lola fell asleep soon in Harry's arms.