My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 508

I shook my head. I'm not sure. Perhaps, he will stay in Jarold City."

She mumbled back her reply, "He did say that he would come to Ucrebury to celebrate the New Year, but why..."

I didn't probe her any further. I checked the time and noticed that I should be getting ready to board the plane. I bid her farewell and then made my way to my gate.

Once I got off the plane, I saw Ian waiting for me outside the airport. We got in the car and as soon as he started the engine, the nagging began.

"Can't you turn your phone off the next time you and Hendrix get into a row? You totally made me look like a weirdo, don't you think that would be awkward for me?"

I puckered my lips and my face was a little hot. "Sorry, I won't do it again."

He looked sideways at me and narrowed his eyes. "Have you taken contraceptive measures?"

When it came to the topic of children, I was particularly sensitive. My body stiffened as I answered, "Yes!"

He nodded and said, "That's good. Don't get pregnant again. Your body is not fit for pregnancy now. Also, I'm taking you somewhere later after sending you back."

"Where are we going?"

"To see the doctor. You had hemoptysis last time, and the doctor said that although you've regained consciousness, it was still very serious. If this matter happens frequently, your life is at risk. I've visited a highly experienced doctor. Let me take you to see him," he said while driving.

Glancing at my face, he asked, "Have you been staying up late for the past few days?"

I pursed my lips and pinched between my eyebrows. "I've got insomnia!"

It was a chronic illness. If it can be cured at once, I would definitely do as what the doctor tells me to. But at the end of the day, it didn't change the fact that it was still a chronic illness. I didn't really want to waste my time curing it as I was all out of patience and energy.

He sighed. "If you and Hendrix really can't do this anymore, you can split up for a while. You can cure your illness first. It's not a good idea to delay it."

"He doesn't want to divorce!" As soon as I finished speaking, he suddenly braked. There was a red light in front of him.

He turned to look at me, wide- eyed. "Are you crazy? Why would you want to divorce him? He is rich, handsome and has a good figure. Have you got too much time on your hands or have you grown sick of the good life?"