Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 18

Once we arrived at the hospital, Lyle ran into the hospital with me in his arms and shouted, “Help! Quick! My wife has lost a lot of blood…”

A group of doctors and nurses came rushing out and swiftly helped me onto an empty surgical bed before pushing me into an operating room.

I was actually afraid to go under anesthesia. Once we were in the operating room, I grasped the doctor’s hand and said, “Doctor, I’m pregnant. I think I’m having a miscarriage.”

I couldn’t see the doctor’s expression as he was wearing a surgical mask, but I was sure that he glanced at my lower body for a moment. Nodding, he said to a nurse, “Let’s get her into the delivery room. Send an obstetrician in there too.”

After that, they pushed my surgical bed out of the operating room. Immediately, I heaved a sigh of relief.

I felt dizzy from fatigue and blood loss, and because of that, I fell asleep unknowingly.

When I woke up, I was in a single-bedded ward, and my bed was surrounded by pink curtains. It was very quiet, and I could hear Lyle talking to someone.

“Good thing you guys came in the nick of time, so we managed to save the fetus. Since this is her first pregnancy and it’s still in the early stage, there is an increased risk of miscarriage. Hence, extra care is needed for her to have a safe pregnancy.”

Then came Lyle’s voice. “Thank you, doctor. We’ll be extra careful from now on.”

As I lay on the hospital bed, I stared at the ceiling that was decorated like a starry sky. Now that he was aware of the pregnancy, I wonder what he thought of it.

Soon, the doctor opened the door and left the ward. Lyle pulled open the curtain to peep at me, and when he saw that I was awake, he instantly smiled and asked cautiously, “You’re up, dear. Do you want some water? Are you hungry?”

I opened my mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say.

He brought my hand to his lips and asked in an almost inaudible voice, “Dear, can I ask you something?”

Sensing from his expression that something was amiss, my heart began to race. I had a gut feeling that Lyle was going to ask about the baby.

Sure enough, he lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye with a somber look.

I felt terribly guilty and held my breath before stammering, “G-Go ahead.”

His eyes were still fixated on me, and the atmosphere was rather tense.

Instead of throwing questions at me immediately, he pulled the blanket halfway up to my chest. I was frightened by this action as I was expecting him to burst into anger.

After tucking me in, he shifted his gaze back to me and asked calmly, “Did you sleep with Christopher?”