Chapter 125 Reeding
Just then, Ashley let out a cry of pain. She hunched over and rolled up her pant leg, revealing a swollen, red ankle that was probably sprained.
My heart sank. It was clear that Ashley didn’t want Rowan to take me to the hospital. Normally, I might have ignored such issues, but now, with a child on the way, Talmost divudged everything to force Rowan to make his own decision.
Yet, fear held me back. What if revealing my pregnancy didn’t influence Rowan? Would it only make me appear more pitiable and embarrassed? I dreaded the thought of my child being mocked and becoming a child unwanted by her father.
1 struggled to rise, a jolt of fear coursing through me as my hand brushed the bloodstain on my dress. I supported my body as I moved toward my car, intending to drive to the hospital alone.
Suddenly, I heard Ashley cry in frustration and urgency, “Rocan“”
Before I could turn, someone effortlessly lifted me off the ground.
“I’ll get you to the hospital,” Rowan declared, holding me in his arms. His strong, gracefully moving jawline was aesthetically pleasing to the eye as he spoke.
Not far behind us, Ashley fell silent. She probably couldn’t believe that Rowan had prioritized helping me
Rowan helped me into the passenger seat and buckded my seatbelt in silence before speeding toward the closest hospital. Ashley’s figure shrank until she was just a speck through the window.
“I might stain your car,” Imurmured apologetically.
Rowan’s brow furrowed deeply. He couldn’t help but glance at me as he said, “Your health is more important than the car. You’re an adult. Why aren’t you taking better care of yourself?”
I was too exhausted to respond, my mind consumed with concern for the baby’s well–being