Female Novel
Chapter 519
After I scolded him out of nowhere, he was astounded and asked, "What's wrong?"
I shut up and didn't want to explain myself. I got down of bed, but before my feet could touch the
ground, he swiftly carried me and swept me off my feet again, "Sorry, I will control myself next time," he
apologized.
I rolled my eyes at him and let him carry me to the bathroom without fighting him. I even brushed my
teeth as he held me in his arms.
"Hendrix, if you do this again, we'll sleep separately."
He raised his eyebrows and gave me a confused look. He asked, "Then, what about the things that you
did to me?"
I was dumbfounded and didn't know how to react. What did I do and when did I do it?
He pursed his lips, and he grinned with his dark eyes. Only then did I catch a glimpse of the white liquid
on his clothes.
When I realized that it was the result of getting my lactation induced, my face burned with
embarrassment. I said, "I... I didn't ask for you to carry me!"
He gently smiled and responded, "I'll be more careful next time."
I didn't know what to say.
"But honestly, it's fine. As long as you feed the baby, you won't always have it. Plus, this is a normal
state for a parturient woman. Anne will be full from this," he told me as he took off his coat that was
covered in white liquid.
I ignored him and pushed him out of the bathroom. Then, I washed off everything on my body.
When I got out of the bathroom, I found my clothes and changed into them. Hendrix was making
breakfast downstairs.
Seeing that I had gotten changed, he stared at me and suggested, "Let's go after breakfast!"
"Let's go now," I said as I took my bag with me, not in the mood for breakfast.
He probably felt helpless after sensing my mood swing, He then took the two eggs he cooked and
handed them to me, "You can eat in the car."
He grabbed for his keys and went out of the house with me. After getting in the car, he started the
engine and prepared to leave for our next destination.
Seeing that I didn't want to talk along the way, he tried to initiate conversation instead. "I've found us
two nannies. They can help you for the time being. But if you don't think they're a good fit, I'll find
someone new after the New Year, okay?"
"Okay!" I agreed, and then I continued to remain silent.
It seemed that he wanted to chat with me, so he continued, "Let's go to the hospital after we bring Anne
back home"
I knitted my brows, "Why?"
He raised his eyebrows and cracked a smile, "Don't you want to treat it? Do you want to feel
uncomfortable every time we go at it?"
I was rendered speechless by him suddenly bringing this topic up.
"How do I get it treated?" It was caused by a psychological disorder, not a physiological one.
He curled his lips and remarked, "If it's an illness, then it can be cured. We just have to consult a doctor
on how we can get it cured."
After a pause, he continued, "Besides, your chronic insomnia has always been bad. It's best for you to
see a doctor about it, instead of delaying having it get looked at."
"I've been feeling much better recently," I replied. He wasn't aware that I barely slept the few days after
my child died. But I did sleep pretty alright now.
He puckered his lips and he smiled gently at me. Then, an obscure and sinister look made its way to
his face. "If every day was the same as last night, are you going to squeeze me dry?"
This man...novelbin
I raised my gaze towards him. I stared at him emotionlessly. "If you don't touch me, will you be
squeezed dry?"
He furrowed his brows as he held on tight to the steering wheel. "When did you become so foolish?"
While speaking, he took my hand and held it near his mouth. Then, he kissed the back of my hand. He
added, "You know that if you respond slowly, and the more often we go at it, the more painful your
wound will be. You'd also end up having to go to the hospital."
I glanced at him and said, "As long as you don't touch me, it won't hurt!"
He lowered his gaze, "So, you intend to leave me high and dry before ultimately murdering me?"
When did this man get such a sharp tongue?
My mood turned sour. "Well, even after you die, I'd still have a child and an inheritance, so I won't have
to worry about anything else for the rest of my life." "In your dreams!" At the traffic junction, he stopped
the car and bit me. I squealed in pain.
So, this was my punishment, huh?
He looked at the two uneaten eggs in my hand, raised his eyebrows and ordered, "Hurry up and eat
them."
I pursed my lips, "I don't want to!"
When the traffic turned green, he stepped on the pedal slowly as he watched me play around with the
two eggs. He looked dejected when he asked, "Didn't you play enough last night?"