When Bronson came out, the broken hair on his forehead was still dripping water.
1 tightened my grip on the cup in my hand. Some things, it’s also time to make clear.
I opened my mouth and felt a dryness in my throat.
“Bronson
Before the words had even finished, Bronson’s phone rang
He frowned, walked towards the balcony, and even closed the French window,
I saw Bronson’s eyebrows relaxing and slowing down through the glass, but there was always a hint of indulgent smile on the corners of
I twitched at the corner of my mouth and lowered my gaze, suppressing the emotions in my eyes.
Not long after, Bronson hung up the phone, with a slight frown on his forehead.
The company had an urgent matter, and I had to rush over to handle it. Veronica, you can go to sleep first, no need to wait for me.”
He bent down and planted a kiss on my forehead, his voice filled with tender affection
“Be good and rest early.”
1 watched his fast–paced figure disappear into the distance, and my heart sank suddenly,
It was almost ten o’clock, and there must have been something important at the company that required his personal attention.
And that phone call, besides Nathalie, I couldn’t think of anyone else. Nathalie and Bronson were childhood sweethearts, and they had a deep bond
Back then, when I was dating Bronson, she secretly approached me and asked me to stay away from Bronson.
I naturally disagreed and had a big argument with her.
She got angry and ran away. Bronson just waved his hand and said she had a childish temper, and she would come back in a couple of days.
Now, because of a phone call from Nathalie, he even lied to me without hesitation.
My stomach suddenly started to ache, and after a spasm, my hands and feet turned cold, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.
I called Bronson, and as soon as he answered, I could hear his impatient tone.
“Veronica.”
“Bronson, my stomach hurts, can you come back and take me to the hospital to lie down?
There was a car horn at the other end of the screen, and Bronson suddenly chuckled.
“I had just left when your stomach started hurting, Veronica. You really know how to make a scene, even more so than two years ago. ”
“If it really hurts, go to the hospital 1 am not a doctor; I cannot cure the illness.”
I hesitated for a moment, and the next second, the phone gave a busy tone.
I comforted the little baby in my belly and called 120 while enduring the pain.
Bronson has changed, compared to his college days, all his gentleness is now masked.
It was only two years later that I lifted a corner of this mask
After a thorough examination, the doctor told me that the stomachache was caused by the pregnant woman’s excessive emotional
excitement.
He glanced at my side and furrowed his brows, asking, “Did you come alone? Where is your husband?”
I pursed my lips, and that word “husband” sounded extremely ironic.
“I didn’t have a husband.”
The doctor’s eyes looked strange for a moment.
Tasked again, “Excuse me, can you arrange for an abortion procedure?”
The doctor shook his head, as if he was accustomed to people like me
He made an appointment and the surgery was scheduled for three days later.
“Take a good rest these three days, don’t get too excited emotionally, girl, take care of your body.”
I listened to the well–intentioned advice, and my heart ached for a moment. When the elevator door opened, I walked in with my head.
down
The surprised exclamation “Veronica” brought me back to my thoughts.
Bronson pulled me into the corner.
“Why did you come to the hospital?“.
He spoke with a questioning tone, even doubting if I had been following him.
I took out the list, and the coldness in Bronson’s eyes dissipated a little.
He reached out and touched my belly, with a smile on his lips.
“You were so naughty, always causing trouble for your mother. Just wait until you come out, I’ll show you how I’ll deal with you.” My eyes suddenly became warm.
With a tone that slightly resembled my father’s, it made me instinctively believe that he also anticipated this child.
I opened my eyes wide and silently took two steps back.
Bronson’s hand froze in mid–air, and his eyes darkened.
I whispered, “The doctor said that it was caused by the pregnant woman’s excessive emotions, and now her stomach still hurts with intermittent contractions.”
Listening to my explanation, Bronson’s face finally relaxed.
He took my hand and brought me to a high–end restaurant.
“Baby, you worked hard during the pregnancy. It’s my fault that I’ve been too busy lately and didn’t have time to accompany you.” “Did I supply you well today?”
