In the small apartment, we loved to quarrel and make noises and our eyes were full of each other. If we could live like this for the rest of our lives, how great it would be ....
"Ms. Miller? Are you feeling well?"
The doctor's concern brought my attention back.
Today was the third day since I moved out of the villa and my old problem of insomnia had worsened.
While taking the sleeping pills prescribed by the doctor and going to picked them up alone, I ran into Jessica.
"Ms. Quinton, how could you come to the hospital alone?"
Jessica blinked innocently and when she saw that I didn't say anything, she said with eyes full of heartache, "I heard from Henry that your child ... don't worry, you are still so young, you will definitely have another one."
"Don't worry, there won't be another one," I replied without hesitation.
As soon as my words fell, I saw Henry coming over with a dark face.
I did not know why he was angry. I only saw him tighten the medicinal spray in his hand. Jessica told me with a coquettish tone that she did not pay much attention when she went up the stairs and sprained her ankle a bit.