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 comer.
“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?”
