One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 875 Is He Caring for Me?

Jessie shook her head, "No, I didn't dare to tell them, after telling them, they would definitely worry

about me, I've already done a lot to worry them, I don't want to add some more trouble to them, they

are too old to bear too much pressure, so ......"

She did not say the latter words, but the meaning was understood by George.

He had also guessed that she hadn't told her parents.

Otherwise, her parents would not have agreed to anything and asked her to take care of him, but would

have definitely asked her to be hospitalized to take care of her health.

For a moment, George's face was very grim and his brow was furrowed tightly.

Jessie sensed that he was unhappy at the moment and her lips twitched, her heart full of unease.

Why was he unhappy?

Why be angry?

Jessie could not understand George, slightly lowered her head and did not speak.

At this point, George added, "Have you had this reaction in the last few days?"

Jessie nodded, "Yes, except that it's basically at night and rarely during the day."

George nodded, "So that's how it is, I see."

No wonder he hadn't seen her once, plus her belly wasn't bulging out, so he had forgotten about her

pregnancy.

Jessie blinked and looked at him suspiciously, "What do you see?"

She didn't understand.

More than anything else, why was he asking her so many questions, was he concerned about her?

Jessie then gave a bitter laugh.

How could it be? How could he care for her when he hated her so much?

He merely wanted to ask for clarification, and then he could find a way to make it harder for her later

when she was like this, she guessed.

Looking at Jessie's despondent look, George probably guessed what she was thinking even without

thinking much about it, and his brows furrowed, "Can you stop thinking nonsense all day long!"

"What?" Jessie froze for a moment, not reacting to what he meant for a moment.

George didn't seem to have any intention of explaining in detail either, and after poking her forehead,

he turned around and limped towards the table.

Jessie's eyes widened as she incredulously touched her forehead where he had poked her, "Mr. Joe

you ......"

He poked her in the forehead!

Such an intimate gesture was actually made by him to her.

Jessie was so shocked that she couldn't calm down. She wanted to ask him why he was acting so

intimately towards her, but her mouth opened and no sound came out for a long time.

Over there, George, who had already walked to the table, saw Jessie standing still and dazed, not

following over, his eyes narrowed, "What are you still standing there for? Come over."

He beckoned.

Jessie temporarily calmed down and blinked, "Mr. Joe, what can I do for you?"

"You'll see if you come over here." George beckoned again.

Jessie did not want to go there, but was more afraid of offending him.

So there was no choice but to go over there, "Mr. Joe, you ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, a glass of water suddenly appeared in front of her.

Jessie froze and looked up at the man, not understanding what the man meant by this, was he trying to

get her to drink water?

"Take it." George saw her staring at him, hesitant to move, and pursed his lips to urge.

Jessie reached out to take the glass of water, "Mr. Joe, are you asking me to hold it for you?"

"Drink it." George said.

"What?" Jessie was surprised and pointed at her nose, "I ...... I drink it?"

George nodded.

Jessie swallowed and confirmed once again, "Really I drink it?"

George pursed his lips, "I think I've made it clear enough, haven't I?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Jessie nodded in a hurry, "You made it very clear, I just don't quite believe it."

"What's not to believe?" George frowned.

The corner of Jessie's mouth tugged and he didn't speak anymore.

It was clear from what he had done to her in the past why she didn't believe it.

Because he had never been nice to her in the past, had never shown her the slightest bit of concern.

That was why she was so surprised when he poured a glass of water for her now.

George was no fool, naturally he reacted to what she said, his eyes darkened and he finally sighed, his

voice became gentler, "Alright, drink it now."

Jessie said, "Thank you."

Yet she held her glass of water and did not drink it.

George frowned at this, "What? Think I'm poisoning the water?"

"No, no, no, of course not. " Jessie shook her head and waved her hands repeatedly, "I didn't mean

that, I'm just not thirsty."

"Drink it though you are not thirsty." George said with pursed lips.

Jessie looked at him, confused.

George said, "There's honey in it, it can suppress the unpleasant feeling in your stomach."

Jessie was even more surprised.

She looked down and realized that the water was faintly yellow and had special aroma that belonged

only to honey.

Sure enough, honey was added.

Jessie's heart was astonished and could not be calmed down for a long time.

She didn't expect that George would actually pour water for her, and he even put honey in it.

Why did he do it?

Jessie couldn't understand it.

It was not quite like saying that he cared.

But how could she explain this honey water if he did not care about her?

"Still not drinking?" Just when Jessie was puzzled, a man's voice came from overhead, still mixed with

a bit of urging in his voice.

Jessie's mouth opened, and finally she nodded, "I'll drink, I'll drink now."

Whatever the meaning of the glass of water was, she might as well drink it.

At least, don't offend him first.

Thinking, Jessie tilted her head back and began to drink water.

When George saw her drink it, his tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly, then he turned around, picked

up the plate of plums on the table and handed it to Jessie.

Jessie had just put her cup down when she saw something else in front of him.

She looked down and her mouth dropped open in surprise when she saw the yellow and orange plums,

"Plums?"

Looking at the plums in front of her, Jessie swallowed hard.

Want to eat!

Really want to eat!

She was pregnant and in her first trimester, and already liked sour things.

So when she saw the plate of plums, her eyes couldn't turn away and her mouth was full of secreted

saliva.

These plums looked so delicious.

Jessie blinked and her hands scratched and clawed at her clothes, desperately trying to resist the urge

to reach for the plum.

George's heart was full of helplessness as he watched her being so stoic.

It was so irritating and heartbreaking when she obviously wanted it so badly, but she was too timid to

take it.

He knew that it was the shadows and fears he had brought to her in the past that were too great for her

to be so bold.

"Hold out your hand." George said as he looked at Jessie.

Jessie didn't know what he was up to and obediently put her hand out.

George put the plum into her hand, "It's for you, eat it."

Jessie's eyes widened once more as she looked at him incredulously, "Mr. Joe, for me?"

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Jessie hurriedly put the plum on the table, "No, Mr. Joe, I can't take this."

She hurriedly shook her head.

For those who didn't know, they would have thought she was rejecting not a plate of plums, but a

treasure of immense value.

George had just sat down on the edge of the hospital bed when he heard Jessie's refusal, his face

sank, "No?" lightnoveldaily.com