The Love Book

He sat back again, his gaze frozen ice staring out the window at the slim back, curled fingers tapping the desktop, a dark color under the eyes.

”Ding~” Just then, a text message suddenly came to the phone.

Kemp Ross frowned and slid open the screen, a text message from an unknown number.

“Kemp, how are you doing?”

A ‘Kemp’ two words, suddenly into the eyes, as if instantly awakened all his dormant factors, and precipitated a long time of youthfulness.

Like muffled thunder striking overhead, muffled cannons explode.

He suddenly recalled that a while ago, an unfamiliar number also suddenly sent a picture to his phone.

The woman in the picture has short, sharp hair and is wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope, but she can’t hide the tenderness between her thin eyebrows.

The faded face, and the woman in his heart is no different, only then she had long hair, bright eyes and white teeth.

But, he clearly watched her die …

Kemp Ross’s bony palm squeezed the phone with increasing force, who the hell was playing such a boring game with him?

Fingertips rubbing the screen of his phone, he moved the text message to junk mail.

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The car was able to stagger past Phoebe Barnes, and the wind was so strong that she nearly fell over.

The sharp pain between her small abdomen made her unable to straighten her back, and she could only stumble into the residential building, the first floor, the second … third floor.

Room 305, her home.

“Mom, Mom, open the door …”

Phoebe Barnes leaned on the door and tapped on it breathlessly.

When the pain was extreme, the vertigo came in waves and she wanted to cry a little.

“Hey Phoebe, how are you …”

Phoebe’s mother heard the sound and opened the door.

At her cry of surprise, Phoebe Barnes finally collapsed limply.

…

Two days later, City Hospital

“Mom, Mom …”

The crying little man ran farther and farther away, and she could not catch up with him.

Phoebe Barnes panicked, the hand under the quilt gradually tightened, pain at once stimulated her, into the eyes, a pure white, and the pungent smell of potion, the back of the hand poked with needles.

She moved her eyes in some confusion and suddenly glanced at the two old figures beside the bed and called out in a dumb voice, “Dad? Mom?”

“Ouch, Phoebe, you’re finally awake, scared to death of mommy.”

The middle-aged woman at the bedside hurriedly looked at her and tears fell from her eyes.

With her mother in tears all the time, her father’s gloomy face, and several IV bags hanging off to the side, Phoebe Barnes grew more and more flustered and braced herself to try to sit up, “Mom, I … what’s going on?”

Phoebe’s mother wiped her tears and whispered accusations, “What’s wrong? You fainted in my arms as soon as mom opened the door, you’re trying to scare me and your dad to death, aren’t you?”

Phoebe’s father listened to the cries and the agitation on his face deepened, looking at her sternly, his tone sullen, “Tell me clearly, what is going on? You’re pregnant and you’re in this state, where’s Kemp Ross? You’re his wife and he doesn’t know how to care for you?”

Phoebe Barnes’ pupils were unfocused, and there was no blood on her pale face.

She abruptly remembered the light and strange dream just now, and in a trance, she stretched out her slender white fingers and held Phoebe’s mother’s hand with great force, trembling her lips nervously and apprehensively, “Mom … my child, how is it?”

When the words came out, the room fell into silence.

Joe’s mother covered her face and whimpered, and Phoebe’s father tilted his face away, as if not wanting her to see his expression.

The woman on the bed, her face weak like translucent, frail and thin, her black and white eyes staring godlessly at the ceiling.

She suddenly pulled her lips and laughed lightly, her voice hoarse as if she was about to cry, “It’s gone, isn’t it?”

The doctor said during the previous examination that her fetal image was unstable and she should not have strenuous exercise or be overly emotional.

She should have expected this ending when she was on set for so long.

“Phoebe, you’re still young, you’ll always have kids again!”