Chapter 149
I think I might remember that moment of touch for a lifetime.
But I cared more about Katherine, as she was in so much pain that she couldn't keep her balance.
I picked her up directly, closed the door, and rushed to the elevator at the highest speed. "Ms. Bailey, hold on. We'll be at the hospital soon."
The woman's faint body scent filled my nostrils, but at this moment, I felt more anxious than romantic.
I didn't know what was wrong with her, but if something really happened, I would be in big trouble.
Steven wouldn't let me off the hook, but Linda would probably be very pleased.
Being placed in the passenger seat and reclined onto it, Katherine furrowed her brows, faintly humming.
I said, "Ms. Bailey, if you're in too much pain, it might help a bit if you scream out."
After fastening her seatbelt, I quickly drove to the People's Hospital.
"Doctor! Where's the doctor? Hurry and save her!"
I rushed into the hospital with Katherine in my arms, and soon enough, the duty nurse came out with a stretcher. "Quickly, put her on here."
The doctor also came out. "What's going on?"
"Doctor, she has a stomachache."
"A stomachache?"
The doctor frowned and looked at Katherine and then at me. "Is she pregnant?"
What?
What did that have to do with being pregnant?
"What do you mean? It's your wife. Don't you know if she's pregnant?"
The doctor glared at me.
My wife?
"No, no. Doctor, I'm not pregnant," Katherine weakly spoke.
The doctor furrowed his brow. "Come on! Inform the ultrasound room, and do an ultrasound. Go register!"
I nodded, quickly registered, and paid.
Then I shuttled back and forth between various departments, getting various forms, paying money, and going through the whole process, which cost me nearly six hundred dollars and left me exhausted.
Finally, the doctor came to a conclusion. "Acute gastroenteritis."
I was speechless.
I thought it was something serious, but it turned out to be just gastroenteritis.
The doctor said, "Your wife has a serious stomach condition. Don't you know that? Don't let her drink so much wine. If it continues, she'll have a stomach perforation sooner or later."
I didn't bother to correct the doctor's misunderstanding, as this matter couldn't be explained.
Given our dresses, if we were to say we were just colleagues, no one would believe it!
"Yes, yes. It's my fault. I will definitely pay more attention," I quickly said.
"She needs to eat light food these days, and you need to take care of her. She absolutely can't drink alcohol."
"I'll remember."
I escorted the doctor out of the VIP ward and felt relieved that there weren't too many patients at this time. With a bit more money, Katherine could stay in the VIP ward.
Katherine lay on the bed and was hooked up to an IV. Her complexion, although pale, was much better than before.
She weakly said, "John, thank you."
"Never mind."
I waved my hand. "You being okay is more important than anything else."
I paused and then continued, "But Ms. Bailey, you heard what the doctor said just now. Your stomach isn't well, so you absolutely can't drink alcohol. Your health is the most important."
She smiled but didn't say anything.
A sick beauty was still a beauty, like a flower drenched in rain, with a sickly delicacy.
I was momentarily stunned.
Among the women I knew, Katherine was definitely top in terms of looks. It was just a pity she had a scumbag father.
Such a top-notch woman was forced to seduce a playboy.
"Ms. Bailey, are you hungry? Should I go buy you breakfast?"
Katherine nodded but didn't speak, then closed her eyes.
She was weak now, so I ordered a bowl of millet pumpkin porridge and a plate of vegetarian dumplings before returning to the hospital.
Back at the hospital, I helped her adjust her position, then fed her spoonful by spoonful.
Katherine wasn't fussy, nor did she show any shyness. Instead, she kept praising me. "You're so good and nice. I will definitely promote you in the future."
By now, the promised director position didn't matter much to me.
I would be a boss, and what was the point of being a director?
Katherine had half of the millet porridge and three vegetarian dumplings. Watching her eat was truly enjoyable.
She let out a sigh, her complexion much rosier. "I finally feel alive again."
She smiled, a hint of pain still visible in her expression. "If it weren't for you today, I really don't know what to do."
I set down the millet porridge and called the nurse to change the IV.
"There are two more bottles. It might take over an hour to drip. Rest first. I'll keep an eye on it."
"Thank you so much."
Katherine nodded, closed her eyes and rested.
With her eyes closed, she looked like a sleeping beauty.
If I could have sex with her, I'd be willing to live two years less.
Vaguely, the touch of her body from earlier still lingered on my fingertips.
Seeing the thin blanket covering her exquisite figure, I took out my phone and couldn't help but take a few photos secretly.
It was late at night. With just the two of us in the room, my mind started to wander.
After finally finishing the drip, it was already four in the morning. I was so sleepy, and just as I was drifting off, I felt Katherine move on the bed.
I quickly opened my eyes and saw Katherine struggling to get out of bed.
"Ms. Bailey, where are you going?"
Katherine said, "I need to use the restroom!"
"Well."
I nodded and then said, "Do you want me to help you in?"
After saying that, I immediately regretted it, wishing I could slap myself. How stupid!
Katherine was also taken aback. "No... Thanks."
"Okay!"
I awkwardly wished I could bite off my tongue and then pretended not to have said that.
The restroom door opened, followed by a plop sound, and then the sound of a woman's painful cry.
"Ms. Bailey, what's wrong?"
I quickly rushed over and saw Katherine sitting on the floor. She had fallen.
"Come on! Help me up."
I went over to help her, and as I looked down from behind, under the wide neckline of her nightgown was her ample bosoms.
I couldn't help but swallow hard. As I reached out to help her, my eyes couldn't move away.
I just hoped time would slow down, just a bit more.
She was almost leaning half of her body on me. "It hurts. Help me up slowly!"
I didn't say anything, made a squatting motion, and then let her sit on my left leg. The silky nightgown was thin and slippery, and I couldn't tell if it was the nightgown or her delicate skin.
But what I could be sure of was, between her legs, there was a thin strip.
Damn! She was wearing a thong!
As her dress was so silky, I had to exert force to lift her up, and in the process, I felt like my thigh was getting stuck.
From my angle, it looked like I was in a rather awkward position.
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