NovelEnglish"So, you're saying that there's a very serious problem with your body?" Richard instinctively reached out to touch Pearl, but she gently pushed his hands away.
"I'm fine, Richard. It's just that I can't have babies. I need to see Simon for a check-up to understand more," Pearl explained.
"If there's anything you need, you have to tell me." Suddenly, Richard winced and held his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's wrong?" Worried, Pearl checked on him.
"I drank too much," Richard admitted sheepishly, gesturing to the wine bottles scattered around the floor.
Pearl sighed, noticing the mess. "You can't do this again." "Okay." Richard hugged her waist and gently nudged her neck. "Let's go to bed." "But I-" "I just want to hug you and sleep." "Okay," Pearl relented.
Back in their room, Richard hugged Pearl from behind, noticing her cool skin. He felt sorry for her.
"Why are you this cold?" he asked.
"I've always been like this." But Richard sensed something wasn't right. Perhaps Pearl was feeling the effects of her recent abortion, making her feel colder than usual.
Pearl didn't seem bothered, but Richard gently rubbed her hands in his, trying to warm her up. "Letwarm you up a little," he murmured.
"Richard, you wanted this baby very much, didn't you?" Pearl felt Richard's emotions that afternoon. His intense desire for a child overwhelmed him, leading to a loss of control and the harsh words he said after discovering her abortion. Although Pearl was sad, she could tell the right from the wrong.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRichard nodded, guilt evident in his voice. "Yes, but I don't want you to harm yourself just to have a baby.
You're the most important person to mecherish you more than anything." He added, "I'll get to the bottom of things in the future. I won't let that kind of thing happen again." "Okay, got it," Pearl said softly, caressing his face. She curled up in his arm and found a comfortable spot.
"We'll have kids one day." Pearl looked up and kissed his stubbled chin.
A spark seemed to ignite in Richard's eyes as he tightened his embrace around her.
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