Millionaire In Love With Me

He raised his hand on the door handle, for some reason, the speed is slow, but the heart is thumping, as if the next second will jump out of the throat.

When he unscrewed the door and walked in, Dixon heard Sophie’s voice, “Is the baby really okay?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, you’ve been taking good care of your baby. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it. Kulan was busy giving Sophie a drip while talking to her.

Sophie raised her hand to her abdomen, the corners of her lips turned into a smile, “Yes, God is not too kind to me.”

“Why are you alone in the middle of the night, where is your husband?” The nurse asked again.

“He … he …” abrupt question, Sophie when really do not know how to answer.

Dixon, who was standing at the corner, suddenly came out, “Sorry, too busy with work, just rushed over.” He said.

The two people in the ward were startled by the sudden appearance late at night, and both looked up.

The young nurse saw Dixon and muttered, “Even if you’re busy, you have to stay with your wife, your wife has a hard time with triplets, there must be someone around at all times.”

Dixon wore a mask that covered half of his face.

He had been a doctor and would often appear at various hospitals for fear of getting into big trouble if people recognized him.

“Well, you’re right.” He nodded, but his eyes fell on Sophie, who also gazed at him in amazement.

“The needle is in place.”

At this point, the nurse got up and packed up her things, and said as she turned to leave the ward, “You two are really strange too, what are you doing wearing masks in the middle of the night, what is there to see …”

Speaking of which, the nurse’s strange gaze surveyed the two, and the words ‘mistress, mistress, marital derailment’ popped into her head.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She closed the door and walked away.

In the ward, the two looked at each other, neither of them noticing the nurse’s last ‘quite meaningful’ words.

Sophie lay on the hospital bed, saw Dixon appeared, her heart involuntarily accelerated, no reason for nervous anxiety, “You … how to come?”

Dixon walked to the side of the hospital bed, his gaze was not transient to stare at Sophie, thin lips lightly open, “How did you lose so much weight?”

Just now he was worried and anxious, but when he entered the ward and heard the nurse’s words, his hanging heart fell.

The familiar voice is the voice that haunts her mind for countless midnight dreams.

I don’t know how much time she spent looking forward to, reading, thinking, longing to see him, longing to have him by her side.

But the eyes of the eyes, wait until the end of only themselves.

Now hospitalized, he quietly appeared, like a god descending from the sky, so that her heart beating wildly, inner anxiety and full of joy.

“Why are you here?”

She asked instead of answering.

Dixon took off his mask, moved a companion chair and sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her hand with the needle in it, raised his hand and gently held her slender white and slightly cool fingers.

The hot palm touched Sophie’s fingers, she subconsciously shrank back a little, Dixon a grip on her hand, “Do not move, in the injection it.”

The tone of voice is full of tenderness and worry.

All this is exactly what Sophie wanted.

So much so that after seeing, hearing, and feeling it, her nostrils snapped, and her eyes clouded with a dense mist of water, pursing her red lips but not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry, Sophie, I’m late.” Dixon raised his hand to remove the mask from her face, a delicate cheek was revealed, and at the same time the hideous scar was presented.

The man’s palm covered her cheek, his fingertips gently rubbed her blown-out skin, feeling the temperature on his cheek, soothing, “Let you suffer.”