Chapter 77: Chapter 77

I looked to Adonis, expecting him to explain what his uncle had said. I don't want to disrupt their talk, but if it's about me, I believe it's vital. He wasn't looking at me; his sole focus was on his uncle, so I unwrapped his arm from around my waist, but he instantly replaced it, and it felt like heat was piling up in my mind. His uncle is now staring at Adonis rather than at me. Every expression he gave was like a blade piercing to me and Adonis. I had no idea what they were talking about.

"I will dismiss you from your own firm if you are not committed to fulfilling your goals.  If your parents were still living, I'm sure they'd be quite disappointed in you." Hernan pointed to Adonis using his finger, but Adonis remained silent. His uncle was pushing the wheelchair, and before he turned it, he looked at me as if he intended to spit on me. I, too, glanced at him, despite the fact that my palm shivered at his appearance.

When the door closed, I startled, but it felt like a thorn had been ripped out of my chest. I'm gazing at Adonis right now, and he's still staring towards the door, as if his uncle is still present. Perhaps he was taken aback by his uncle's unexpected arrival, especially because he hadn't expected it to emerge at the hospital. Probably his brain can't handle it right now because his head hurts.

When he realized what had happened, he sighed and held my hand in his to kiss. I turned my body to face him, placed my hands on his shoulders, and buried his face in my stomach. He also held me and gently removed my top, so I pushed him away immediately since my hair was up when his hand touched my abdomen. Maybe my face is now as red as a tomato. He teary eyed at me like a dog and lowered his head as if he wasn't pleased with what I did because of him, so I quickly came up with an explanation.

"Because my stomach isn't in good shape, I pushed you away," I excused myself, not knowing what to say next to him. "I really need to go to the bathroom right now to get rid of my stomach ache," I said as I raced out of that room, and when I got outside, I realized he had his own bathroom. I made it clear to him that I avoid doing "that" since I still don't know if having sex while pregnant is safe. I haven't yet questioned Wayne about it.

I looked around, remembering Wayne; I never saw them again, Wendy, even after my visit to Adonis. I'm not sure what happened to them. I examined the layout of the hallway and corridor, wondering where we had been the day before. Remembering where we went, I went straight to his office and knocked when I got to the proper room. I turned the doorknob when I did not receive any reply and peered inside.

I spotted him with his head resting on his desk and a picture frame in his hand. Because I am intrigued by the lives of other people, I stepped behind him to see who he was holding, and when I realized who the person in the photo was, I placed my hand in my mouth. Wendy never used to smile like this. Wendy is hugging Wayne in a graduation photo. Was that why they behaved like that when they saw each other again? But Wendy used to be Adonis' fiance, didn't she? Even th

When he moved, I took a step back. He lifted his head, but he couldn't see me. I'm not sure if I'll startle him so he won't feel uneasy, or if I'll just speak unexpectedly, in which case he'll have the same reaction. I asked since he'll know I'm here inside and I'm wondering about his connection with Wendy. Maybe he won't be furious with me if I ask him because I have a connection with Adonis, which I can use as an excuse for him to give me information.

"Wait, that woman is Wendy, right?  I've never seen her smile like that before. " I didn't ask him a question because I didn't want to appear as if we were so close that I needed to interfere with his life. But, if I had anticipated him to be shocked, he wasn't since his gaze was fixed on the picture frame. He wasn't as surprised as I thought, but he only asked in a chilly tone, so I knew he was offended by my quick interrogation of him.

"How long have you been there?" he said as he fixed the picture frame and turned to face me. I noticed his eyes deepened. I anticipated the doctors to be sleepless all the time because of the operations, but I didn't expect his eyebags to be so large that he looked as if he had never slept before.

I left behind him and moved to the front of his desk, where he could see me better. I answered his query by placing my hand behind my back. "I just came, and I was about to ask you a question when I noticed you sleeping.  What kind of connection do you have with Wendy?" I asked him so that we didn't get off track of the topic. He asked cynically, lifting his attention to me.

"Is that your question as my patient?" He grinned at me, and I waved broadly. I withstood his sarcasm since he didn't appear upset by what I said.

"That's not what I'm actually asking, but if you can answer that as my doctor, it appears that you need to address my point."