However, something went awry with Lola’s condition when a little over half a month had passed. Her reaction toward everything turned ambivalent; she ate a lot at times, but other times, she felt like heaving no matter what was in front of her. Besides, she became increasingly lethargic.
Logan had been wondering whether she’d end up with child, so now that he saw her in such a condition, he instantly compared it with the information he got from the Internet. Regardless of whether it was truly what he thought or otherwise, he was still excited.
He initially wanted to take her to the hospital for a blood test and a thorough examination, but Lola was too lazy to move. Curling into herself on the hotel bed, she squinted. “I don’t want to go anywhere.” After saying that, she smacked her lips and added, “I want to eat tomatoes.”
Without even thinking about it, Logan blurted, “I’ll buy you whatever you want to eat.” Even if she’d wanted ambrosia, he’d figure out a way to procure it for her, not to mention tomatoes. He didn’t even bother using the hotel service to have them delivered but went out to buy them personally since he’d only rest easy if they chose the really ripe ones.
Lying on the bed, Lola grew drowsy again. She’d gone to bed very early the previous night, but still, she was very sleepy now. It wasn’t that she hadn’t considered the possibility that she was pregnant, but she also wondered whether she was simply too exhausted from going out every day recently. She didn’t want to harbor too much hope lest it all turned out to be a misunderstanding in the end. If it was possible, she hoped to avoid the grief.
She then groggily dozed off on the bed. When she awakened, she saw Logan sitting by the bed, staring at her with a tender expression on his face. Propping herself up, she reluctantly sat up. “Where are the tomatoes?”
“I bought them and even washed them all for you. They’re here.” A plate sat on the bedside table at the side with two types of tomatoes inside—one was the tiny cherry tomato, while the other was the larger tomato grown in farmyards. Logan carried the plate over. “I’m not sure which type you want, so I bought both types.”
Lola wasn’t picky about it. Snagging one, she took a huge bite out of it. Upon seeing this, Logan took a tissue from the side and wiped her mouth. “Slow down. No one is going to steal them from you.” Now that she’d finally gotten to eat it, gratification instantly flooded Lola.
Subsequently, Logan took out something else from beside him. “Why don’t you take a test tomorrow morning?”
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Returning EX (John and Sophia)
So what happens to Ian and Cindy. Is she/ or does she get pregnant? Do they go back to the city and Ian works with Logan? Does Aurora stay in the entertainment industry or return with Ian? Terrible ending, who cares if Aurora was drinking/drunk with colleagues. What happened with Ian and Cindy?!...
Get rid of Gary. Apparently Cindy is too dumb to figure out his motives 😡...
Why are you trying to break them up when they just got together and are a loving couple. Let them stay close and move back to their true friends, Logan, Lola, John and Sophia!...
Sure hope Ian pulls his head out of his behind and works this out with Cindy. His brother needs him at the company and neither one of them truly like the celebrity life. Sophia and Lola will love her …....
I can’t wait for John to take down the Bailey’s including Isabelle so he, Sophia, William and Matilda can live in peace. Introduce Yolanda to Richard so they are out of the picture....
Ugh, don’t break up Sophia and John… they belong together and Sophia is just stubborn for no reason...
Sophia lives John, he just needs to tell her he loves her and get on with their life and family. Too much interference from others....
Sophia is so stupid....
John needs to man up, tell his mother and Isabelle to take a flying leap and confess to Sophia that he made a horrible mistake in divorcing her. This story is taking too long and once again, the bitches are looking like they are on the right side. Awful...