My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 514

He curled his lips, looking embarrassed. "So, are you going to feed her your breast milk?"

"What else do you need to do?" He sighed, feeling helpless.

"Yep!" I was an adult and I had given birth before. Glancing at him, I said, "When I delivered, it was natural labor, so I initially had breast milk. Later, because the baby died and there was no stimulation of nursing, no prolactin was secreted, so I didn't have breast milk anymore."

He furrowed his brows. "So, you're planning to do it yourself now?" He sounded a little unhappy. "What did you take last night?"

I decided to tell him the truth. "Some medicine for inducing lactation."

"The doctor advised me to massage my breasts and use other methods as well..." I pursed my lips, trailing off.

"Massage and other methods?" He mocked. "Are you going to massage yourself? And how do you plan to go about the other methods?" His words were dripping with sarcasm.

I pressed my lips together, suppressing my anger. "Hendrix, do you think this funny?"

He shut up and didn't speak.

After a long time, I said, "The baby was premature, so she's in poor health. Plus, she has never had breast milk. Even though she's already three months old, she still looks like a newborn. Hendrix, I've been an orphan since I was young, and I was lucky that my grandma raised me. Now, both my grandma and Monique have left me, but Monique did, she entrusted her child to me, so I have to do my best to protect her."

I didn't know how to love others nor how to accept others' love. But something in my heart told me that I should be treating him well.

I put myself in his shoes and I was considerate of him because of love. This child's existence was the same for me. I would take good care of her and love her the best way I can.

Hendrix poured in deep, conflicted gaze into me. "What about me? Am I not important to you? Irvin left you with regret, but what about me? What am I to you? Am I a dispensable husband?"

In fact, I had always known what he wanted; he only needed me and wanted me to care about him.

The lights in the bedroom were dim and gloomy, but his eyes looked particularly bright. We looked at each other as I struggled to force words out of me.