Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 175

Chapter 175:

When I got in the car, I saw Derek asleep and leaning against the back of his seat. He woke up when he heard me open the door.

On the way, I let out a sigh and said, “I’m so happy for Tina! Now there is one more person who really cares about her and her daughter.” Derek didn’t respond and I continued, “If Lean gets out of jail this time, I really hope he’ll be good to Tina and take responsibility. You know what people say, don’t you? Those who have been through hardships mature quickly.” She still didn’t respond to my comments.

I turned my head and began to panic. “You… Are you okay?” His face was pale and sweat dripped from his forehead.

He turned the steering wheel violently and pulled over to the side of the road. Then, he leaned his head on the steering wheel and his back was bent. Startled, I began to shake his arm to get his attention.

“Hey, Derek, what’s wrong with you? You’re scaring me.” Derek’s head was still resting on the steering wheel, but this time he grabbed my hand to comfort me.

“I’m fine. There’s no need to panic.” His voice was so weak, and yet he still had the nerve to say he was fine.

Just as I was about to burst into tears, I heard someone tapping on the car window. There was a traffic officer outside. He told us that this was not a place to park and ordered us to leave immediately. That’s when I asked him for help. When two traffic officers helped Derek out, he couldn’t even stand still and was even spitting blood.

Seeing all the blood on the ground, I got really scared. I had no idea how we had gotten into the police car, but we soon managed to get him to Wonder Hospital.

According to the test results, Derek had acute gastrorrhage. The doctor said it was fortunate that we had managed to get him to the hospital in time. If he had arrived even a little later, the internal bleeding would have been worse and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

When Derek was sent to the ward, he was quite sober, but his face was deathly pale. In his right hand was an intravenous infusion injected. Never in our time together had I seen him so weak. I stood by his bedside, staring blankly. Fear of losing him gripped my heart.

As he lay on the bed, returning my gaze, he reached out his hand and said, “Come here, my love.”

I moved closer and he urged me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, he placed my hand over his heart.

“I’m really okay, you know,” he said. I felt a lump in my throat and tears welled up in my eyes.

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ

“The doctor said your gastrorrhage was definitely not an accident. He said it was probably because you didn’t take better care of yourself and didn’t take your stomach pains seriously. That’s why it got so bad today,” I replied.

A slight smile appeared on her lips as she maintained eye contact with me. “I’m a man, hon. Don’t you think it would be too weak of me to go see a doctor just for a little pain?”

“All of us, even the best of us, are weak in the face of illness! You, this disease won’t have mercy on you just because you’re a man, can you take this more seriously?” He was very frightened at that moment.

His indifference to his condition only served to agitate me more. And the way he was smiling so goofily and weakly made me anxious.

“How come you’re still laughing at a time like this?” I glared at him. He pulled me to his chest and murmured, “It makes me happy to see how worried you are about me, Eveline.”

I truly feared for him. I could still feel my heart racing every time I thought about what had happened to him before. What if he hadn’t had enough strength to pull us? What if he was out on his own and no one noticed he was in pain? What if…

There were so many tragic possibilities that I didn’t dare think of them all. He held me by the shoulders, making me look at him. I noticed his adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let your handsome husband comfort you.” He grabbed the back of my neck, pressing it to his face, and soon we were kissing. Perhaps because of how weak I was, his kiss was very gentle. I responded to his kiss as gently as possible, and channeled all my concern into a long kiss. We didn’t stop kissing until we heard someone coughing slightly.

The person standing in the doorway of the room was Aaron. He was wearing a white coat.

Derek didn’t seem to mind being caught, but I was embarrassed.

Blushing, I got up to get a glass of water. Hands in his pockets, Aaron walked in and gave Derek a look.

“My, my, my, cousin. You thought your body was made of iron, huh? Now, look at you, suffering in a hospital bed.” Derek raised his head, apparently wanting to sit up. So I lifted the head of the bed for him and handed him a glass of warm water.

He laughed and scolded Aaron, “Shouldn’t you be here to comfort me? I’m a patient, buddy.”

As I listened to their conversation, I had a general idea of why Derek’s stomach problem had gotten so bad.

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