Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 44

"Clara!" He was angry, with rage flickering in his black eyes. "You think I’m a jerk and I don't even deserve to be the father of your children?"

I froze and said in a guilty tone, "No, I'm just worried that you’ll give up him because of Olivia..."

"So you are so opinionated." He sneered. I was sure he would have torn me up if I were not lying in bed now. "Clara, listen to me. It’s my baby. Take good care of him!"

It was the first time I saw Dennis like this. He seemed very angry and also delighted at the same time.

I stopped talking. According to his remarks, my baby was fine.

After a while, the doctor in a white coat came in, explained the situation, looked at Dennis with an embarrassed expression, and said, "The first three months of pregnancy is very dangerous, so try to control yourself later."

I curled my lips and saw Dennis nod toward the doctor coldly.

Fortunately, my baby was fine. I was bleeding because of the stress recently.

The doctor explained some matters that should be paid attention to at ordinary times and left. Dennis and I were silent in the ward.

I knew he was a little angry and did not want to stay in the hospital. I looked at him and said, "Dennis, let's go home, OK?"

He looked up at me coldly. I took a breath and continued, "I ate nothing for dinner. I'm very hungry now." Pointing to my belly especially, I looked at him and said, "Baby is also very hungry!"

After a while, I thought he would ignore me directly, but he suddenly got up and said, "What do you wanna have? I'll buy them for you."

I froze and then grabbed his clothes with a smile. I said, "I wanna eat trotters, grilled fish, and noodles you cook!"

Actually, I just wanted to coax him back. It was really uncomfortable to stay in the hospital.

He looked at me for a while, and then said helplessly, "I'll go through the discharge formalities!"

After that, he looked at me seriously and said, "Lie down!"

He went out of the ward, and I looked up at the infusion bottle, where there was little potion inside, so I pressed the call bell, and a nurse came in removing the syringe needle for me.

"Are there any more potions?" I said. I could not wait to go home now.

The nurse looked at me and said, "No, Mrs. George. Please lie down and have a good rest."

I froze because she even knew I was his wife.

The nurse packed the medicine bottle and looked at me with envy. "Mrs. George, your husband loves you so much. When you entered the operating room just now, Mr. George stood beside the gate anxiously and helplessly like a child."

At that time, I was a little distracted. I felt dizzy and wondered who he was worried about. Me? Or our baby?

"What are you thinking about?” I heard his deep voice and looked up. The nurse has left.

Dennis had come in when I was in a daze, holding a stack of lists and carrying a lot of medicine.

"What’s that?" I looked down at the medicine bag he was carrying. He stretched out his hand, picked me up horizontally, and said, "Progesterone. You’ll take it at home."

He held me and walked out, and I quickly moved down. "Dennis, put me down. I can walk by myself."

It was too embarrassing!

"Don't move if you want to go home!"

Therefore, I was held out of the hospital by Dennis ostentatiously, which was really ... awkward!

He put me in the car, sat in the driver's seat, looked at me, and then leaned towards me.

I was a little confused and thought that he was trying to kiss me.