Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself novel Chapter 130

Tyrone was walking so fast that Cathy was unable to smooth. Jolting gradually made her belly discomfort. She felt her heart heavier and heavier, which caused her panic.

Their clothes were soaked. Cathy clasped his neck and whispered with a trembling voice. "Tyrone, the babies... "

“Do not be afraid, it will be all right.” The man interrupted her with a deep voice. His eyes were so dark as if they were tinted by ink, so thick that it seemed a little terrified.

Cathy was conscious. She pressed her lips and kept looking at his side face through the rain drops in her eyelash.

Even it wasn’t far away, Tyrone could not wait to step over to take her to the hospital and yell for a doctor immediately. Time was so tight,

Half an hour later.

The doctor came out of the ward. The man with wet clothes was still calm and immediately stepped forward. "Doctor, how is she? "

The doctor was mild. "The wound on her forehead was just broken and has been bandaged. She will be fine. As for the babies, she did not get hit directly on the belly, which has a little effect on her and will cause some symptoms, such as diarrhea. She just needs some rest. And you should pay more attention to her. "

Hearing that she was all right, anxiety on Tyrone's handsome face slowly subsided. He nodded. “Thank you, doctor.”

“Nothing. You can go in now.”

In the room, Cathy lay on the bed with gauze on her forehead. The color began to return to her face. The man who she saw coming in was so handsome but gloomy.

But he stood for a long time without saying a word.

It was so quiet that made the atmosphere weird.

Cathy pressed her lips with her eyes nowhere to place. It took her a long time to speak. “Your clothes are wet. Go to change your clothes or you will get sick. "

Actually, she was so frightened. Facing his gloomy face, she didn’t know why she was kind of guilty and even felt terrified.

But, if he had not called her, she would not have been distracted and slipped. So, it was even not her fault. But it was clear that it was not the right time to discuss who was right and who was to blame.

Tyrone approached her slowly.

Cathy was kind of nervous and ready to sit up.

“Do not move. The doctor said you need to rest. Just lie down.” The man stood straightly beside the bed, looks down at her. His voice was low and calm without the disorder and impatience as before.

Cathy paused and then lay down slowly. Suddenly, the light seemed flashed before her eyes. The man's hand was over her forehead.