No One But You novel Chapter 21

When I woke up, I was in the hospital ward.

I was not like a chick flick heroine who woke up and whispered, panting, and asked the person next to me, "Where am I?"

This meant that the heroines had no basic discernibility.

The environment in the hospital ward was so remarkable that I didn't have to guess.

My eyes moved slowly to the man sitting in front of my bed. He had long straight legs in his well-made suit.

He was staring down. His handsome face tinged with sadness.

"Hello." I said.

He looked up at once, leaned over me when he saw that I was awake, "You've been cruel on yourself."

"Isn't it cruel to you? It's your baby I was trying to abort," I replied.

"Yeah." He looked at me unemotionally. "But you just had an accident yesterday and you got sixteen stitches in your leg."

"And I forced you out?" I gave a light smile, but I suddenly found I cannot open my mouth. I touch my face and found it swollen.

"Give me the mirror." I said to him.

He handed me his phone, of which the back could be used as a mirror.

I saw a pig's head inside.

I was allergic to anesthetics, so my face was swollen.

He called the doctor, and the nurse and doctor came around to examine me. I looked at him through the crowd.

He was tall, so he stood out from the crowd. I could see him at a glance.

It was him.

Calvin.

I was a little relieved, at least it was not a bald man with a large belly.

He was handsome and rich.

I was burning feverishly, like a baked potato.

The doctor explained to Calvin, “She has to stand it. Anti-allergy medicine can't be used by pregnant women."

"How long will this last?" He asked.

"At least a week."

“Will she die for being burn in a week?"

“Physically cooling will help."

I raised eyelid to see Calvin, “Don't talk nonsense, it kills me."

He came up to me and looked me over. His face was so close to mine that a feeling of pressure came to my heart.

"Why did you take anaesthetic when you know you are allergic?"

"To have operation!" I told him lightly.

"You're punishing yourself, aren't you? Because you're going to take the baby away?"

Damn. I won't punish myself with my body. I turned to my side and put my face to the wall.

He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me over again. "You are crazy," he said.

Oh, it was not the first day I'd been crazy.

Looking at his bright and dazzling eyes, even if I was now burning in a daze, I wanted to exclaim, this man was good-looking.

I licked my lips, smiled and asked, "Are you the father of my child?"

He stared at me, then moved his head down at a vertical Angle, then up again.

He was nodding.

"Then why didn't you admit it?"

"How can I admit that I slept with a woman, with my status?"

Then why should I have the child born?"

“I have such good genes, why not give birth to the child?"

He was narcissistic.

But I was satisfied with his answer.

I dozed off to sleep.

I fell asleep in the heat and woke up in the heat.