Have I Told You Lately novel Chapter 88

Just that, she had forgotten that she was pregnant. She had a busy day and had a drink again at night, how could she be alright.

There were four of them squishing in the small confined space of the cab on their way back. Rachel Lewis felt dizzy gradually.

She leaned her head on the side, slumbering. Her phone was vibrating for a long time, but she didn't notice it. It was then Miles Hughes, who was sitting at the back, caught it, and he leaned forward and gently shook her, "Rach, Rach..."

Not a single response.

Magi Bailey's expression changed, "Did she fall asleep?"

Miles frowned and said in a low voice suddenly, "Something isn't right. Stop the car!"

The driver was startled. He hastily turned on the signal lights and stopped the car at the roadside, "What's going on?"

Once the car stopped, Miles immediately got out of the vehicle. Magi was dazed for a moment and then leaned forward to check on Rachel too, "Rach!"

Miles's face stiffened up into a serious expression as he opened the door of the passenger seat. He realised that Rachel was burning hot when he touched her forehead and wrist.

"Rach!" Magi was still calling out.

"Stop yelling. She has a fever!"

"A fever?" Magi was stunned. Rachel wasn't seemed to be sick in the morning, but why suddenly... Was it because of the liquor she drank just now?

But there was no time to think. Miles gave a push at the driver and said anxiously, "Please take us to the nearest hospital."

At the same moment, Rachel's phone was still vibrating. Miles frowned, ignoring it as he sat back into the cab and said to the driver, "Can you drive faster?"

"Alright. Sit tight." The driver agreed as he hit the gas and sped away.

A few minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Miles didn't halt. He opened the car door and picked up Rachel rushing into the hospital. Magi was left behind in a daze. He hastily paid the money, grabbed Rachel's bag and ran inside to keep up with them.

Magi saw Miles walking towards the emergency department with the medical staff at the hospital's corridor. He was about to follow them when he heard the phone vibrating in Rachel's bag again.

As an assistant, it wasn't his first time answering calls for the manager. Without hesitation, he took it out seeing no caller ID and answered it.

…

It was already the next morning when Rachel woke up.

Her face was blushing red last night due to the alcohol being now pale and her lips too, feeling off colour. As compared to yesterday, she was now looking worn and tired.

As she opened her eyes, she saw a man sitting at her side with a towel wiping her hands. He lowered his head, moving gently and slowly.

The look of intense concentration on his face touched Rachel's heart.

She blinked her eyes, looking at him for a while. Suddenly, she thought of something, looking around and sat up abruptly.

Is this the hospital?

Why would she be in the hospital?

The child!

Her face turned pale as she looked down touching her belly.

"The baby is fine."

"I…" Although Kenneth didn't rebuke her, his gloomy face had frightened Rachel until the point of being tongue-tied.

Besides, it was indeed her fault. If something happened to her child, she couldn't forgive herself too.

Just that, she couldn't figure out the reason of Kenneth being mad.

Caring for her?

Or maybe just because of nearly losing the child.

She pursed her lips and said nothing. Soon, she admitted her mistake in a low voice, "… I'm sorry for being careless."

After all, he was the father of the child. There was nothing wrong for him to care about his child. Since he had admitted it, he was bound to be worrying about her too. He wasn't to blame for being angry then.

Kenneth was shocked by Rachel’s apology out of the blue. His anger was released, and the words that he was about to say were all gone. He stared at her, speechless.

The world fell into sudden silence.

Rachel felt guilty of being stared by him. She didn't want to argue with him, looking at him and whispered, "I… I'm hungry."

Kenneth was still sitting tight, and his face was still gloomy as if still being angry.

Rachel, "…"

She had admitted to being wrong, what else did he want? It was an accident; after all, she didn't even know what had happened.

She was still feeling great in the morning yesterday, no fever nor coughing. And she just drank a glass of wine at night.

Thinking about it, Rachel felt wrongly accused suddenly.