Chapter 895 Extra Story 39 Of Aaron Hiding The Fact Of Being Pregnant

The doctor frowned at the store manager, rather dissatisfied that he had interrupted his words. He regarded him as the father of the child and assumed that he did not want the child. "The woman is pregnant for over 20 days," he continued coldly. "You should be glad that the baby is fine. Otherwise, after such a sharp fall like that, more than 90% of babies could not survive such an accident."

The manager's face grew dark and blue, and he swallowed hard and asked slowly and hesitantly, "Well, that… Now she is…" He stuttered and does not know how to finish his sentence.

"She's fine now. It's just a bruise in the skin and some swollen muscles. I'm afraid it'll take a while to be fully recovered." The doctor interrupted his words, but his voice was still cold. He was confused while looking at the manager's facial expressions as they were changing so fast. Adding in an angry tone, the doctor implied, "The embryo is so small that there is no way to do abortion now."

"Okay… Huh?" Totally confused, the shop manager replied, full of doubt. Finally, he realized what the doctor meant, and looking at the doctor with a strange look, he bit his lips and said, "Doctor, that's not my child!"

Surprised at his remark, the doctor gave him a cold look and turned away without saying anything.

The shop manager looked at his back and grimaced. He was depressed with the doctor's misunderstanding. But he knew that the more he explained, the more the doctor would misunderstand him. At last, he just expressed some complaints silently in his mind and went inside the ward to see Ximena.

Uneasy on the bed, Ximena had woken up, and her abdominal pain was gradually relieved by the doctor's treatment, but she couldn't move because of the pain in her waist and buttocks. 'Wow, I am really growing more delicate. Those old days when I did not live with Aaron, I would have got injuries every day and wouldn't even bother to see a doctor. And now…' she thought, laughing at herself secretly.

"Well, that… Miss Mo…" Clearing his throat, the shop manager finally summoned up his courage and said. He rubbed his hands, and continued with a bitter face, "What had happened today…"

"It has nothing to do with y

“Do you still want to run away after what happened last night?”

Their relationship changes overnight. She tries to keep her distance from him, while he comes closer and closer.

Spoiling her, he gives her everything she desires. His only wish is to keep her around. The whole world is envious of what she has.

“Never rush in a relationship,” she says calmly.

saying, "Of course, it's a daydream. If you don't give me any permission, I can't get a passport. Without a passport, I can't get out of here at all… "

"Well, you are wise enough to know where you are now." Aaron snorted lightly. Examining her with his eyes, he asked, "How did you get here?"

"How did you know I was here?"

Coincidentally, the two asked each other a question at the same time. Aaron frowned, and Ximena raised her eyebrows and said, "You answer my question first!"

Aaron frowned again imperceptibly and said coldly, "I called you earlier. The staff at the shop answered your phone and said you fell down and was taken to the hospital."

Taking a deep breath secretly, Ximena was relieved. Suddenly, she realized he already knew and said coldly, "Since you knew how I got here, why did you bother to ask?"

Looking at her acting like a wild kitten, baring her teeth, flaring up in a fighting mood, Aaron sniffed coldly, turned around and walked out.

"Where are you going?" she asked eagerly.

Without looking back, Aaron replied, "To ask the doctor about your condition."

Within a second, her face turned pale. "I don't want to be in the hospital. I want to go back," she shouted hurriedly, trying to stop him from asking the doctor.

Aaron stopped and looked at her doubtfully, while his eyes gradually became far-reaching.

"I hate being in a hospital," Ximena said, holding her breath. "Now that you're here, please take me back."