“In ten years of working here, I’ve never met a man like that. Maybe it’s true—there are happy marriages. It’s just that we haven’t had the luck. If I met someone like that, I’d never let go!”
As if guided by fate, I found myself standing outside Room 203.
Through the small window, I saw Ethan’s anxious profile.
Emily Johnson had just entered to change Chloe’s medication when Ethan rushed to grab her.
“What’s that medicine? Are you sure it’s safe for a pregnant woman?”
“Chloe’s pregnant—you can’t give her the wrong thing!”
Emily could only smile helplessly.
“Sir, is this your first time being a father? I’ve seen worried husbands, but never one this panicked.”
“Relax. This is the maternity ward. I know what I’m doing.”
Chloe winked playfully.
“Ethan, did you hear what she said?”
“Sweetheart~~”
Ethan blushed like an inexperienced boy.
“I-I heard.”
“Don’t move around.”
It felt like someone dug out my dead heart just to shred it again.
I even forgot to breathe.
Just before entering the operating room, I made one last call to Ethan.
I wanted to ask him where he was.