CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 163 You Are Awake

Chapter 163 You Are Awake

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Julian grew tired from the fuss in the back, but because she had drunk dirty liquor, she twisted and turned, occasionally making noises.

Any other man might have been unable to resist, but Francis was as still as the deep waters, unaffected.

He drove to the hospital, got out, opened the car door, and carried Julian out.

"Frank, I feel awful." Julian's wrist clinging to his neck, her head pressing against his chest, like a radar, she actively moved towards the man's lips.

"Do you love me..."

"It's okay, I don't want you to take responsibility. I want you..."

"I don't want anything. I just want you..."

Francis frowned, and suddenly put her back in the car. He tore off his tie and tied her hands together.

Julian was momentarily stunned, and in a daze, Francis picked her up again and strode towards the hospital.

Julian was choked with anger, and she struggled a bit but couldn't free herself. In a huff, she turned her head and bit Francis's arm.

Francis's face darkened, he restrained his anger and said, "Julian, if you keep acting up, believe it or not, I'll throw you down!"

Julian bit his arm, blinked her eyes, and although she didn't let go, her grip lessened a lot.

It came to the next day.

Lilian opened her eyes in a daze, her gaze somewhat vacant as she looked at the snow-white ceiling.

Her mind had just regained consciousness and was still chaotic. For a moment, she couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

Slowly, the events that had happened began to flood her mind, and her expression changed.

"Ms. Rossum, you're awake." came the doctor's joyful voice.

Lilian turned her neck to look at the doctor.

The doctor hurriedly took out a thermometer and handed it to Lilian, "Let's take your temperature to see if the fever has gone down?"

Lilian stared at the thermometer, her eyes flickering. She tried to lift her hand, but she couldn't muster any strength, not even to raise her hand.

Seeing this, the doctor hesitated for a moment, then placed the thermometer by her mouth, "Then hold it in your mouth, but it might not be very accurate."

Saying this, he moved the thermometer closer to her mouth.

Lilian tugged at the corner of her mouth, slightly opened it, and bit down on the thermometer.

She watched the doctor's busy figure, her gaze momentarily dazed and a bit forlorn.

She thought that she really could have been dead.

Unexpectedly, she still had to endure the torment of this mundane world.

Lilian closed her eyes, feeling groggy, having given up on trying to think.

A few minutes later, the doctor took the thermometer out of her mouth, looked at it closely, and finally sighed in relief.

"Great, the fever has gone down, but since medication was used, I still need to observe further," the doctor muttered to himself, shook the thermometer, and put it back in the medicine box.

The doctor sat down next to her, hesitated before speaking, "Ms. Rossum, if I may be so bold, have you had a miscarriage before?"

Lilian was slightly startled and turned her head to look at the doctor.

The doctor hurriedly said, "I mean no offense, just asking casually. Your body is particularly weak now, and you need to take good care of yourself."

"Otherwise..." The doctor didn't conclude, speaking very generally, "Otherwise, it would be very troublesome later."

Lilian stared at him, silent from beginning to end.

The doctor looked quite young, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a full head of hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and his nodding demeanor gave him a somewhat naive appearance.

Lilian paused, then extended her hand from under the covers and gestured: Do you understand sign language?

The doctor stared at her fingers for a moment, then said embarrassingly, "Ms. Rossum, I don't understand."

Lilian dropped her hand, ceasing to gesture.

The doctor scratched his head, showing no surprise or other expressions, which Lilian found somewhat unaccustomed to.

"Oh, right, your phone has been ringing all night, it seems like someone has been sending you messages, would you like to check?"