《Hello,Doctor Smith》-Chapter 08~11
08
There's no love between Ethan and me.
I don't know what I'm doing now.
He threw me a key and went back to work at the hospital.
Then never showed up again.
I found it boring living alone in his house, so I went back to my rental house.
“Not at home?” I got a text from him.
It was three days later.
I smiled bitterly.
He finally remembered that I wasn't dead.
“Went out with friends.”
I was shopping with my best friend Linda when I messaged him.
“You have the day off?” I sent him another message.
But he didn't reply again.
I got angry.
What did he mean?
I'm not Resigned, I sent him another, “Want to have dinner together?”
As a result, there was still no reply.
Asshole.
I wasn't in the mood to continue shopping.
“You haven't seen each other since you got married?” Linda looked at me in surprise.
“He was busy.” I explained.
Actually, I couldn't even convince myself of that reason.
“He's a man... he doesn't have sexual needs?” Linda's words surprised me.
What Linda meant was, could he have another woman.
I thought of the female doctor the other day.
But, we didn't have a relationship foundation in the first place, and he was probably forced by his family to marry me.
Thinking about that.
I was annoyed.
09
I went back to his house in the evening.
Looked around, no one was there.
He was gone.
I felt lost inside.
Went back to the bedroom.
I stood by the closet and started to change, ready to go wash up.
I had just taken off my underwear----
“Back?” He sounded lazy, like he had just woken up.
I jumped in shock.
Rushing to cover my chest.
I turned around and saw half a face appear under the blanket.
“Why didn't you make a sound!” I said loudly.
“......” He moved his body upwards.
His eyes landed on me, “Did you really not know I was home, or did you purposely ......”
He laughed while tilting his head to look at me.
“You ......”
I casually found a piece of clothing to put on and walked into the bathroom.
His gaze was still staring at me.
Until I was out of the bathroom.
I was made uncomfortable.
“Why are you staring at me, don't you need to sleep?”
He changed his usual serious look, “I slept all day, I can't sleep anymore.”
Sleeping all day?
He didn't reply to my messages because he was asleep?
I admit, my dissatisfaction lessened a bit because of his words.
“I'm going to sleep.” I didn't want to ignore him.
He could have disappeared for days and not contacted me.
I can't actively forgive him.
I hesitated.
Should I sleep on the bed? Or go sleep on the couch.
Then I thought, I'm married to him.
Went straight to bed and turned my back to him.
He suddenly stopped moving next to me.
I turned my head curiously. Saw him ordering takeout.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
I looked at him a few more times, he looked tired.
He had slept all day and hadn't eaten, how tired was he?
Is a doctor's job that hard?
“You haven't been home for the past few days. Where are you staying?”
He gave me a look, probably not expecting me to ask him that, “Hospital.”
He'd rather sleep in a hospital than go home?
I stopped talking.
“I had a patient who was unstable for a few days and I couldn't leave.” He put his phone down and looked at me.
“Oh,” I replied, and then thought of something else, ”Do you want some noodles? I can make it for you.”
He froze for a moment, “Okay.”
“Wait a minute.” I rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen.
He'd been hungry all day.
Thought about that.
I sped up my movements.
Soon there was an aroma rising from the pot.
I turned around.
Surprisingly, he was quietly standing behind me and was watching me cook the noodles.
“You go wait on the couch, it will be cooked soon.”
He looked at me for a few more moments and smiled, “Okay.”
10
He eats slowly and with care.
When eating noodles, the soup would not stick to the sides of his mouth.
But surprisingly, he finished a large bowl of noodles, and even used a spoon to finish the soup bit by bit.
“Not enough to eat?”
“No, it's that I'm too hungry.” As he said the last few words, his eyes suddenly looked at me.
Unconsciously, I avoided his gaze and took the dishes back into the kitchen.
After washing the dishes.
I found him smoking a cigarette and watching me from outside the kitchen.
He was strange tonight.
Making me uncomfortable.
I brushed past him as I walked out of the kitchen.
whispering a reminder, “Smoking is bad for your health.”
Just as I said that, I tripped over something in my foot and lost my center of gravity, then my whole body flung itself into his arms.
It was the first time we were this close.
I was so nervous that I hurriedly tried to leave, but he held me down.
He lowered his head and looked at me in his arms, then threw away his cigarette and lowered his voice to ask, “You don't like it?”
“I don't like the smell of smoke.”
My heart was beating so fast that my whole face felt like it was being burned by fire.
He pressed his lips close to my face, “I quit smoking.”
Oooh! I know men who say that are liars.
“I don't want to smoke either, but I often need nicotine to help me concentrate.”
“You can have coffee.”
He laughed just as I finished speaking.
I was embarrassed.
I didn't know what he was laughing at.
Did I say something wrong.
He wraps his arms around my waist and sets me down on the kitchen counter, his body pressing in.
“Coffee will only keep me from getting sleepy. I... DON'T... Need it!”
He kissed me on the lips and stopped letting me speak.
My mind went blank for an instant.
I tried to push him away gently.
He pressed my hand.
There was no way I could avoid this one man's forceful kiss.
During the kiss, I realized that his hands slowly started to reach into my shirt.
I gasped and my whole body stiffened.
He paused for a second and looked at me, his breathing becoming rapid, his eyes filled with desire.
“Have you forgotten what I said?” He punished me with a light pinch on my chin.
“What?”
At that moment, a cell phone rang.
It was his.
He looked in the direction of the living room and then at me.
Finally. He still let go of me and turned around to go out and answer the phone.
It wasn't until he walked away.
I didn't take a big breath.
My whole head was buzzing.
He walked in again, but now the desire was gone from his eyes.
“I need to go back to the hospital, so go to sleep ...... without waiting for me.”
He didn't explain why.
I looked in the direction he left.
Until the sound of the door closing.
11
I was fuming in the kitchen.
I didn't understand what he meant by suddenly kissing me.
Was it a sudden flutter of the heart?
Just wanting to have fun?
I think it was the latter.
A little distracted, I went back to bed.
Covered myself with the blanket and prepared to sleep.
But his scent still lingered on the blanket.
It made my heart beat erratically.
When I woke up in the morning, my side was still empty, he really didn't come back.
That kiss last night was like a dream.
I didn't leave again.
I couldn't tell myself what thoughts were in my mind.
In the next few days, I felt unusually tired and irritable.
His family brought me a lot of healthy food and stuffed the refrigerator full.
I thanked them for their hospitality.
They often asked how Ethan was treating me.
I would say: very well.
God knows, I haven't seen him in days again.
Just as they were discussing what to name the baby.
I suddenly felt some wetness under my body.
I was so shocked that I quickly went to the bathroom and the blood on my pants made me scream out.
Soon after, I was taken to the ambulance by Ethan's family.
I had only one thought in my mind at the moment.
God, please keep the baby safe.
I started to blame myself for feeling tired and still working these days.
Not going to the hospital, not even telling Ethan.
I've never been so scared before, my whole body was shaking.
According to my perception, there was a chance that the fetus would not be saved.
Ethan was already waiting anxiously at the hospital.
The moment I saw him, I couldn't hold back the tears and they fell.
“Don't be afraid.” He held my hand.
It was also the first time I saw him frown.
After the examination, the doctor told everyone to get out, except Ethan.
“Doctor Smith, are you sure Angelia is pregnant?”
……
<not over>
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