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Joyce fervently shook her head and waved her hands in denial. “No, no, I definitely want
this baby. Otherwise, I would never have held out until now.”
“In that case, go and settle the hospitalization procedures now and stay in the hospital to
recuperate starting tomorrow,” Stanley ordered placidly. Then, he waved a dismissive
hand. “All right, go out first.”
“Okay.” Noticing the weariness lining his face, Joyce nodded before spinning on her heel
and leaving the hospital room.
After returning to the adjacent visitors' room, she sat on the edge of the bed with the plate
of plums in her hand, utterly dazed.
It was clear as day that Stanley's suggestion for her to be admitted to the hospital to
recuperate shocked her greatly, and her emotions were still a jumbled mess then.
Why exactly did he propose that I be hospitalized to recuperate? Could it really be
because he's genuinely concerned about my health?
Lowering her head, Joyce caressed her belly.
She found that it was growing increasingly difficult for her to see through him, and she
could not fathom his thoughts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDoesn't he hate me, despising me to the core? Then why did he pour me a glass of water
with honey and even prepare plums for me upon seeing that I was suffering from severe
morning sickness?
Indeed, she was convinced that all those were specially prepared for her when he saw her
in such discomfort.
Otherwise, he could have done so anytime. Yet, of all times, he prepared them when she
was throwing up.
On top of that, they were all great for expectant mothers, especially those in the early
stages of pregnancy like her.
Thus, he's seemingly concerned about me for real. But why exactly is that? Why would he
care about me, someone he loathes? Besides, he even ended his demand for me to take
care of him before the agreed-upon time and asked that I admit myself to the hospital to
recuperate. All of that baffles me entirely!
Joyce dipped her head and stared at the plums on the plate.
Even then, they exuded an exquisite fragrance.
Her control snapping, she picked up a plum and placed it into her mouth. At once, a
combination of sweetness and sourness pervaded her whole mouth, stimulating her taste
buds. It was so pleasant that she could not help closing her eyes, a blissful smile on her
face.
Indeed, it was bliss to her.
A moment ago, she was still feeling rather poorly as her stomach roiled after the bout of
retching.
Following the ingestion of plum, however, the feeling promptly dissipated and vanished
into thin air. In its place was a sense of sheer comfort.
When she was all relaxed, it went without saying that she also felt blissful. With the plum
in her mouth, she opened her eyes and lowered her head to fix her eyes on the plate of
plums.
A sudden question popped into her mind.
Where did he get this plate of plums? Did someone gift them to him, or did he buy them?
If it's the latter, why would he buy plums? Could it be that he bought them because he
loves them? But that doesn't make sense. I've never seen him eating plums in the past
few days he'd been hospitalized. He didn't even eat fruits and snacks. If it weren't for the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfact that he took his meals, I would've thought that he'd become immortal. Hmm, I'm
utterly curious about where these plums came from. It isn't quite possible that they were a
gift. He doesn't know anyone here, so no one would give him anything, let alone plums.
Furthermore, I've never seen anyone gifting plums when visiting a patient at the hospital.
Shortly after, she spat out the plum pit in her mouth. Putting down the plate in her hand,
she got to her feet and headed to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.
While plums were delicious, eating merely one or two was sufficient. If one ate too many
in a row, one would have a toothache.
For that reason, she planned on keeping the plums to eat slowly in the future.
All things considered, they would not rot anytime soon.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent hospital room, Stanley lifted his hands and massaged his
temples after Joyce had left.
Thereafter, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
He phoned Shane, and the latter was even a touch surprised to receive the call.
“What else do you want?” Right then, it was night where Shane was.
He had just recited a bedtime story to his two children, coaxed them to sleep, and was
leaving their bedroom when the cell phone in his pocket rang.
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