The nurse didn’t seem to expect me to ask about it. She quickly said, “there is no mirror, and this is the beginning of the treatment. When you have a flap transplant, your face will recover.”
Her words made me realize that my face could be described as horror.
Before she applied for the medicine, I touched it with my hand.
That touch reminded me of the zombies in the movie.
I was afraid I looked like that now.
The nurse bandaged and reinforced a layer of elastic mask for me. In this way, my face was completely covered, leaving only the nose, eyes and mouth.
When I went out, Sean looked at me with the same expression. He didn’t seem to dislike me because I had a tan cover on my face.
He took me out. I looked at him hesitantly.”Where are we going?”
“We’re going home.”
Sean held me in his arms. Although I was flustered and distrusted, I knew I could not escape and could only obey for a while.
The car soon arrived at the familiar York No. 1.
I saw it and realized that we were really going home.
Eric parked his car in the underground garage and followed us to the elevator. I saw a car coming after me.
Four bodyguards came down from the car and guarded there.
My heart suddenly cooled.
Sean didn’t say anything on the surface, but in fact, he had arranged everything and guarded me.
I said nothing and I was speechless.
When the elevator reached the top floor, Sean took me straight to the bedroom.
He pulled me to his leg and asked me, “why don’t you tell me that your face is hurt?”
“…”
“Are you afraid that I will dislike you?”
Yes.
I answered in my heart.
I wanted to leave him, but I hoped I could stay in his heart with a good image.
Sean looked at me and didn’t seem to mind what was on my face. He slowly pressed me on the bed,” it doesn’t matter to me what you become as long as it’s you.”
His words surprised me.
My heart was beating faster.
When I was flustered, Sean’s next move shocked me!
I was wearing a big hospital dress. Sean put his hand on it and began to unbutton me.
“You’re crazy!”
I was shocked and tried to push him away.
I was thinking I was pregnant. If we made love, my baby would be in danger.
But Sean leaned over and kissed my collarbone. He didn’t stop and said,”the doctor said that if we have sex, I am less than 10 percent likely to be infected. For the next two months, we will have sex at least twice a day until the probability is 100%. If you get sick, I’ll get sick with you.”
“What?”Sean’s words stunned me!”Are you crazy?”
“If you die, I’ll go mad,”Sean said and continued.
I struggled desperately, but he didn’t want to let me go!
I tried to push him, “no, you’re going to hurt the baby!”
“I’ll be gentle.”
It was just the beginning but I could feel his crotch against my stomach.
It was like an arrow about to leave the string!
“No!”
I knew Sean’s size. Even if he was careful, he couldn’t do it!
But he seemed to have reached the limit!
He forced me with his own strength.
Sean was like a madman that night!
He said he would be gentle but his movements were more crazy than usual!
He vented on me like when I slept with him for the first time and made me feel unloved.
It seemed that he hated me!
Later, I was exhausted on him and fell asleep.
Before I fell asleep, I seemed to hear him say in my ear, “I’m sorry.”
It was morning when I woke up again.
My hospital dress smelt of laundry detergent.
Had my clothes been washed?
I was a little confused. I wanted to get up but I felt dizzy.
After a while, I felt something rolling in my stomach.
It was a symptom of pregnancy.
I also had retching symptoms last time I was pregnant, but this time it seemed different.
When I was thinking, I heard the servant outside saying, “are you OK, sir?”
What happened to Sean?
I held back the discomfort and pushed the door out. I went to the study and saw Sean sitting at his desk and working on a laptop.
I didn’t know if it was because the light of the laptop was too white. Sean’s face was particularly pale and he looked very haggard.
He saw me and immediately stood up.”Are you awake?”
“Yes.”
I looked at him and felt heartache. I couldn’t bear to blame him for last night.
I felt sick and dizzy. I just stood for a moment and said, “I’m not feeling well. I want to go back and lie down.”
“OK.”
Sean looked at me and was a little absent-minded.
I turned and was about to go back to my bedroom when a servant came with a plate and said, “Sir, it’s time to take the medicine.”
When the servant passed me, I looked down and glanced at the three pills on the plate.
That was…
“What is this?”
I was asking knowingly.
They were the blockers I was going to take that day. Because they looked special, I couldn’t forget them at all.
Sean said he was going to get sick with me, but now he was taking medicine.
He didn’t answer. I gave him a wry look and said,” President Jessop, take your time.”
“You have to take your medicine, too.”
His words made me feel absurd.
I was not sick. I didn’t need medicine.
But I didn’t say it. I turned to Sean and sneered, “no, President Jessop, you’re afraid of death, but I’m not.”
“Whether you are afraid or not, you have to take medicine. You had an abortion while you were in a coma. And you’ve taken this medicine twice. This is the third time.”
Sean’s words were like bombs exploding in my ears!
“What do you say?”
I was stunned. I watched Sean and my tears fell uncontrollably.
I walked up to Sean step by step and murmured, “you’re lying to me, aren’t you?”
“I am not.”
“No! You’re lying to me!”
I grabbed Sean by the shoulder with both hands and shook him like crazy!
“I am not lying to you.”
“No, you’re lying to me! Tell me you’re lying!”
I felt like I was going crazy.
Sean looked at me and didn’t look guilty. He said, “I’m sorry. I can’t accept losing you more than losing a baby.”