The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1473

Feeling sick to her stomach again, Isla silently groaned as she clutched at her abdominal region. She stayed in the bathroom and gritted her teeth in order not to make a sound. If Aron heard her, he would become upset and she didn't want him to be upset.

A long time later, when she felt better, she stood up and heaved a sigh of relief. Then she flushed the stink-pot and let out a groan.

She thought that Aron wouldn't hear her over the sound of the flush, but right after she flushed, she knew that she was wrong.

"Are you okay, Isla? Does it hurt again?"

Aron shouted anxiously as he knocked on the door.

Isla felt a small warmth rising in her chest, despite her suffering like this. Having Aron being concerned for her was touching and it made her be able to stand the pain.

"No, I'm fine. Don't worry," she managed to reply. All of a sudden, the pain in her stomach seemed nothing compared to the love and concern that Aron had for her. She turned to wash her hands, wiped the sweat off her face, and then turned to go out.

Aron was waiting outside the door; he took her in her arms as soon as it opened and helped her back to bed.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked again, unable to bear the pain that he felt.

Isla shook her head and forced a smile. "No. You're worrying too much. I'm fine. I'll say if it hurts. You know me."

"That's right! You'll cry even if you catch a cold. You hate hurting, and having pain." Aron gave her an understanding smile. Isla was his girl, with everything that came with her.

Isla sighed quietly and looked out the window. "It's getting bright. You'd better have some sleep before going to work," she said.

"No, I'll take the day off. I'll stay here with you," Aron said.

"No, I can manage it myself. You can't do anything even if you're here. Don't worry! The doctors can take good care of me! People will blame me for holding you back!" Isla told him. Her tone riddled with seriousness and worry.

"No one will blame you for that. I'll stay here until you're discharged. I don't think I can devote myself to my work when I know you're alone in the hospital," Aron explained to her, and he did mean every word of it.

"Please go to work. I won't be alone. I'll call Sheryl to come over," Isla said. "She'll come over as soon as I call her. Please don't worry about me anymore."

"No, that doesn't sound like a good idea to me. Sheryl has a husband and two kids to attend to. And besides, she needs to take care of her company too. I believe there are a lot of things that can wait. I'm the best choice here. Stop fighting this, and get some rest," Aron urged her.

"Then how about your company? There must be lots of things too!" Isla continued protesting.

"Just listen to me and get some rest. I can manage. Relax!" Aron said, raising a finger against his lips, motioning her not to talk anymore.

"Fine," Isla muttered, resigning to him. She lay down on her back.

Their conversation was over now, and secretly, Isla knew that he was right, and she was glad he won the argument. But there was only a single bed in the room. She could sleep in her bed, but how about Aron? Where would he sleep? Would he sleep on the floor?

It was a ward, but because they had arrived in the late hours of the night before, there were a limited number of staff that could help them. So beside the one bed, Isla's bed, there were only three chairs in the ward. It wasn't much, but Aron could make do.

"Get some rest now. I'll sleep on a chair," Aron told her, pointing at the chairs across the ward from them.

"It won't be comfortable–too short and too hard to sleep on! Come on, we can sleep together here," Isla said as she scooted over a bit to give Aron some room. She patted the spot next to her.

"No, it's too small. You're the patient. Don't worry. I'll be okay," Aron replied with a smile. Then he leaned over to her and whispered into her ear, "Besides, it'll be hard for me to fall asleep with you in my arms, you know. We have plenty of time to sleep together later, after you get all better. I promise I'll hold you until you're tired."

"Aha!" Isla exclaimed, pushing him away. She lay back down and then rolled over so that she wasn't facing him.