The fingers, however, just wrapped around it that hard and refused to let go.
As if …
This way you can grab something that you don’t want to give up.
The following day.
Early in the morning.
Andrea Jones was already awake.
I opened my eyes and looked at the empty room, my chest actually felt empty and aching.
Her eyes, searching around, in the end, only saw the caretaker who was preparing her nutritional injection on the side. She shrank back under the covers a little lost, but did not want to think about what she was really lost for.
The nurse smiled, “You must be looking for your boyfriend Mr. Williams, right?”
She pursed her lips, peeked her head out from under the covers and retorted softly, “I didn’t …”
“Here, hold your hand out.” The nurse felt her arm out from under the covers. While tapping her veins, she said, “Your boyfriend is really nervous about you, he stayed outside the door all night last night. As soon as he heard some movement inside you, he rushed in, worried to death.”
As the nurse spoke, she wrapped her hand with a pulse compression band.
Looking at the sharp needle, Andrea Jones suddenly couldn’t stop crying.
She has never been afraid of such things as injections, but …
At the moment, one is actually afraid to cry …
“Are you afraid of pain?” The nurse looked at her curled up hand and sighed, “Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful.”
“I don’t want to fight …,” she said, her voice already choked up as she tried to pull her hand back.
The chest is stuffy and painful.
“You can’t do it without an abortion, your body will not be able to bear it.” The nurse advised, adding, “If you are so afraid of pain, why do you still insist on removing the baby?”
Andrea Jones looked at her with tears in her eyes, “How do you know?”
“Mr. Williams was talking to the doctor about it early this morning. Got the most famous professor of gynecology, Professor Zhang.”
First thing in the morning … and he’s talking about her miscarriage?
Is that what he said, never compromise?
Andrea Jones stubbornly drew back her hand, grabbed the blanket and covered her eyes, no matter how much the nurse tried to persuade her, she refused to let go of the injection.
The quilt, soaked with tears, she covered and refused to put down. Under the quilt, her slim shoulders, constantly trembling.
…
The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.
As if hearing her hidden cries, Neal Williams pushed open the door from the outside and entered.
“What’s going on?” He frowned and asked the nurse. The worry on his face was obvious.
“Miss Jones seems to be afraid of the injection and has refused to cooperate.” The nurse explained innocently.
Just afraid of needles?
Not because of another nightmare, or because of where it hurts …
Neal Williams breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward.
He sat down at the head of the bed and tentatively grabbed her hand. Because she was crying too sadly, her hand, some shaking.
“Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt …” he spoke up and coaxed her.
But …
Not to speak okay, he spoke, she just held back the cries can no longer be suppressed, as if to the heart of the grievances all out.
Neal Williams’ heart seized.
Only hold her hand, tighten it, not dare to let go.
“You have to get a nutritional injection … good …” Neal Williams’ voice was a little dull, and he seemed a little helpless with her, “late What will you do for the surgery at some point?”
Since so afraid of pain …
So, is it possible, to give up the surgery?
He wanted to say that.
However, the words that came out of the mouth, want to say.
At the mention of the surgery, Andrea Jones bit her lower lip and tried to break his grip, “Let go of me! I don’t want you to care!”
Neal Williams lifted the covers off her head and in the next instant, half picked her up and wrapped her in his arms.
When she struggled, he pulled the quilt and wrapped her tightly around him.
Wrapped like a cicada chrysalis, can not even move.
She looked at him with red eyes and that resigned look that made Neal Williams wonder if he hadn’t moved too roughly.
The heartache of the force of the hands slackened a bit, lowered his eyes to look at her, four eyes to meet, he suppressed sigh: “As long as you are good to yourself, I can care about anything. No matter what, first be good and finish the injection today.”
She shuddered.
Instinctively want to continue to struggle, but, against the repressed pain in his eyes, she suddenly felt powerless.
Just let him hold himself with one hand and grab her hand to the nurse’s needle with the other.
The nurse was just about to place the needle when Neal Williams said, “Be gentle, she’s afraid of pain.”
Andrea Jones just felt a sinking feeling in her heart.
The nurse smiled enviously and said, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
Needle piercing a blood vessel …
Indeed, as the nurse said, it really doesn’t hurt.
However, when he turned his face to ask nervously ‘how is it, does it hurt’, her tears still stained the corners of her eyes.
Thinking she was in pain like this, Neal Williams patted her back and coaxed her, “There, there, it’s okay already, it won’t hurt anymore …”
Does it really not hurt anymore?
Is it possible to have some kind of injection and the heartache can stop?
Hate, all can be forgotten?
Can also let her still crave this embrace, this tenderness?
…
She doesn’t say anything.
Neal Williams had no choice but to gently caress her hand with the injection while embracing her, “Sleep a little longer, you didn’t sleep very well last night either. Be good, wake up and the injection will be done …”
She closed her eyes and rested her head right on his shoulder.
In her ears, she could hear the sound of his heartbeat. A deep, one by one, as if through the chest cavity, knocking on her heart.
She surprisingly still feels at ease …
Such an embrace, such warmth, even if hurt and pained, she actually still that indisputable want to sink …
…
She was really asleep.
And …
It was the heaviest and heartiest one in the past two days.
Looking down at her in his arms, Neal Williams’ eyes were deep. How rare this moment had been for them – he could not have known better.
He even wanted time to pass a little slower, a little slower …
But …
The medicine, there will eventually be the moment when the fight is over.
He rang the bell and asked the nurse to come in and pull the needle.
“Be careful not to disturb her.” Lowering his voice to a whisper, he didn’t forget to remind the nurse. It was rare for her to sleep so well.
The nurse nodded gently and carefully pulled the needle out.
Her brow furrowed and her hand retracted.
In this position, she slept uncomfortably. Even though she didn’t want to let go, Neal Williams didn’t want her to wake up sore.
Had to carefully lay her down on the bed.
Leaning over, the tip of her nose almost pressed against hers.
Her even breathing hit him on the face. With a heartbeat, he kissed her like a dragonfly on the tip of her nose.
And then, fondly, he withdrew his hand and tried to release her.
neck, only to have her suddenly open her arms and embrace it.
A shock, the heart has wild joy.
Almost immediately, he looked over towards her.
Is she awake?
But …
To his dismay …
She did not wake up, but simply followed her instinct to wrap herself around him, and then, fell back to sleep.
That scene was like a dream.
Wake up and everything is gone.
When Andrea Jones woke up again, she didn’t see Neal Williams.
It was too late to think about the sense of loss in my heart, and I was already pulled away by Charleen Davis’ voice.
“Andrea, what’s going on? How come you didn’t come back all night last night and here you are at the hospital?”
Charleen Davis asked this and that worriedly, “What’s wrong with you? What did the doctor say?”
Sammy Jones patted Charleen Davis, “Mom, she just woke up, so don’t ask her so many questions at once. You’re not well yourself if you’re sitting down!”
Andrea Jones’ lips were shy, not really knowing where to start or how to tell her mother that she was pregnant and that … was the child of the man from six years ago …
“Yesterday Klein Williams called to say you were not coming back for a while, and I didn’t expect to get a call from Neal Williams today saying you were in the hospital. What’s going on?” Charleen Davis was worried out of her mind.
“Mom, I’m fine.” Andrea Jones half sat up and Sammy Jones gave her a pillow behind her back just in time and said, “Tell the truth to reassure Mom, why would she be in the hospital if she’s fine? Mom just heard about it and she’s about to pass out.”
Andrea Jones grabbed Charleen Davis’ hand, “Mom, don’t worry, I’m really fine. Maybe I’ve been too tired lately and my nutrition is a little hard to keep up with, so I fainted.”
The pregnancy, as well as Neal Williams’, was something she intended to keep to herself.
Mom was getting weaker and she was worried if she could handle the excitement.
Charleen Davis nodded, “It’s all this time taking care of me that’s wearing you both out.”
While the three mothers and daughters were talking, there was a knock on the door of the hospital room, and Sammy Jones answered, and a figure appeared in the doorway, carrying various supplements and gifts.
When she saw the visitor, Charleen Davis looked shocked and almost immediately looked away.
Apparently, Beck Williams also did not expect to see Charleen Davis here, and also slightly froze. Looking at her now slim and frail appearance, those eyes sank a bit more.
“Charleen …” he called out in a hard voice.
Charleen Davis didn’t reply.
The atmosphere, a little awkward.
Sammy Jones stood up and greeted him, “Uncle Jiang, come in first.”
Beck Williams nodded slightly, glanced at Sammy Jones and then back to Andrea Jones in the hospital bed with a guilty look.
In the end, he walked in. The person who followed behind him was also reflected in everyone’s eyes at this time.
Andrea Jones was slightly surprised to see him.
That man is Ford Smith.
He also had his hands full of things and silently found a place to put them down before looking at Andrea Jones and saying, “Miss Jones, I’ve come to make a solemn apology to you …”
Not waiting for him to finish his sentence, Sammy Jones suddenly jawed, pointed at him, and exclaimed, “You’re that guy! You’re that guy!”
Andrea Jones’ heart sank.
Ford Smith craned his face to look, and that’s when he recognized Sammy Jones.
Sammy Jones seemed to be afraid that he would run away, and took a step forward and grabbed his arm tightly, “You son of a bitch! I’ve been looking for you for years! You promised me that you would protect Andrea! You promised me that you would protect Andrea! Who the hell is it?”
She was so angry that even her eyes turned red.
“Sister …,” Andrea Jones wanted to say something.
Charleen Davis, however, was the first to ask, “Xiaoyu, this man is …”
“That’s them! Mom, six years ago, those bastards!”
Charleen Davis took a step backwards in shock, looked painfully at Andrea Jones, then at Ford Smith, and asked through clenched teeth, “Who is that man? Who the hell is that so-called second young man?!”
Beck Williams’ hands, hanging at his side, became stiff.
Ford Smith did not dare to answer, but only looked sideways at Beck Williams.
“Charleen …,” Beck Williams opened, his voice muffled.
“No! Don’t!” Andrea Jones jumped up from the bed in shock and stopped Beck Williams, “Don’t say it! Please!”
She didn’t know why she was so afraid of her sister and mother knowing the truth at this moment.
She hated that man.
She obviously hates to make everything public, so that everyone knows that he made the sin. However, at this moment, she does not dare.
What is she afraid of?
Afraid that once some truths are torn open, they can never be undone?
“Why don’t you let him talk?” Charleen Davis and Sammy Jones both looked to Andrea Jones.
Andrea Jones was left speechless by the question.
Looking at her nervous look, then at Beck Williams’ guilty look, and thinking about his appearance with Ford Smith, Charleen Davis shuddered hard.
A fact that slammed into the mind.