His deliberately lowered laughter drifted from the hallway, its tenderness grating on my ears.
The moment the hospital room door closed, my phone rang again.
As soon as I answered, an anxious voice came through. "Daphne, why did you go back again? Could it be that you still can't bear to leave him?"
"No, something unexpected happened this time, but it'll be soon. I'll contact you then."
Just as I hung up, the hospital room door was pushed open.
Jonathan stood at the door, his eyes fixed on my gentle features. This was the first time in the past two years that he had seen me smile without a bitter and resentful expression.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Wendy's morning sickness is pretty bad."
He offered the explanation out of nowhere, but his gaze lingered on my phone by the bed. “I have to go back and take care of her.”
I knew he wanted to ask who had called me, but he eventually held it back.
Because asking would mean he still cared about me, which would bruise his ego.
He grabbed his suit off the couch and tossed it out. "Something urgent came up at work. I'll come to see you tomorrow."