Boss,I'm Not Your Stand-in Gilrfriend

Chapter 32 Jealousy

Although Gavin confessed again. He was not eager to get an answer from me. Maybe he was afraid

that I would be under too much pressure. So I pretened to be a shrinking turtle. If he did not mention it,

I would pretend to have amnesia.

He was still taking good care of me. I asked curiously, "Aren't you going to work?"

Gavin said scornfully. "Nothing. If there is anything needs to be checked by me, the assistant will send

it to me. You don't have to worry about it."

"But I haven't seen anyone come here."

"I took care of it outside the door and let her go back. She might disturb your rest if she came." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Gavin said it easily, but I felt warm in my heart. In these two days, apart from taking a rest on the sofa,

he just sat outside for fear of disturbing me. In fact, I had almost recovered, and I didn't need him to

take care of me so carefully.

I proposed to leave the hospital, but Gavin refused. He insisted that I should stay at the hospital for two

more days.

Living in the hospital, I would still be sad when I saw other people's children or the pregnant women in

labour. Every time at this time, Gavin would pat me on the shoulder and said. "It doesn't matter.

Anyway, that child is not ours, which means that there is no destiny between us. We will have our own

children."

I leaned into his chest and maintained my position for a long time until I realized something was wrong.

I quickly got out of his arms and said."You're talking farther. Our child!"

Gavin asked disapprovingly, "What? Are you not going to give birth to my baby?"

I glared at him, turned around and walked to the ward without asking Gavin for help. Gavin followed me

calmly and said. "If you have the ability, run quickly and let me chase you!"

My body was not fully recovered yet, so I couldn't walk too fast. I could only hold the wall and continue

walking in a huff. Gavin waited for a while and got impatient. He glanced at me and walked to the ward.

Soon, I couldn't see him. I was so angry that I shouted, "Gavin! Come here!"

Hearing this, Gavin turned around and walked to me in three steps. He held my arm and let me move

forward slowly. However, he still made me angry and said, "You're too slow. Shall I hold you go back?"

"Scr*ew you!"

Gavin's presence took away the pain of losing my son, and I'm kind of able to get over it now. Almost

every nurse on this floor knew me as a patient and Gavin as a patient's family. Everyone seemed to

consider us as husband and wife. And I gradually acquiesced and stopped arguing.

The same nurses came and go, but never changed. But the patients changed all the time. This is

obstetrics and gynecology deparment, with the most female patients. Everyone who saw Gavin asked

for his contact information. Even the more blatant ones, knowing that he and I are married and still

won't give up, probably trying to take my place while I'm having a miscarriage.

When I thought of the phrase "taking my place", I didn't feel anything wrong with it. But when I realized

it, I remembered that we are not lovers. How could I say them take the place? In fact, I had not even

took the place yet.

I saw Gavin talking to a young and tall woman from a distance. When he came over, I unconsciously

put on a bad face. I asked him, "What do you want to hear? Show it to me."