Chapter 149 Nervous
Just as Timothy was about to kiss her.
Elizabeth pretended to cough and turned her head away.
Although she was ready to admit she had paranoid delusions, something still felt off.
Logically speaking, if she saw Timothy come back alive, she should have passionately kissed him.
"Oh no, is this hot weather giving me a cold?" Elizabeth frowned and sniffled.
Timothy looked deeply at Elizabeth. He felt bad seeing that she had not only lost weight during this time but also looked much worse. "Elizabeth, don't forget, I'm a doctor. I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow."
"Tomorrow won't work, let's do it another day. I have to go to a friend's birthday party tomorrow," Elizabeth explained, looking down.
Actually, she had an appointment with a psychiatrist tomorrow morning, and would only go to Tom's house for Claire's birthday party in the afternoon.
Timothy frowned, clearly disapproving. "Do you really have to go? You really don't look well right now."
"Yes, I have to go. I look bad because I've been so worried about you. Now that you're back, I can get a good night's sleep and I'll be fine tomorrow."
Elizabeth waved her hand casually.
Seeing how insistent she was, Timothy didn't push further. "Alright, I can never win an argument with you."
Elizabeth smiled, her eyes crinkling.
Just as they finished talking, the food from Carlton Hotel arrived.
The table was filled with food from Carlton Hotel.
Foie gras, braised abalone, wild chicken soup, roast duck—all dishes she loved.
Timothy picked up some foie gras and fed it to her. "Elizabeth, eat well."
His words, his gaze—full of care and affection.
Elizabeth ate the foie gras Timothy fed her, then complained in the tone they usually used with each other, "You don't need to feed me. You eat yours. When you feed me, it actually slows down my eating."
"It's called romance," Timothy glanced at Elizabeth lazily. Seeing her glare at him, he quickly added, "Okay, okay, I won't feed you anymore."
Elizabeth ate a few bites, then casually said, "Mr. Robinson, remember that time we drove all night..."
"Drove all night, of course I remember." Timothy looked at her meaningfully.
"Mr. Robinson, be serious. I'm being serious here," Elizabeth scolded him playfully.
Timothy immediately answered seriously, "You mean that time we went to Regal City? Why bring that up suddenly? And Elizabeth, you're acting a bit strange toward me today."
He was smart.
Elizabeth suddenly realized she couldn't keep probing Timothy suspiciously.
She ate her meal quietly from then on.
After they finished eating, they sat on the sofa.
He held her, enjoying this moment of peace.
Elizabeth leaned against Timothy's chest, not moving.
She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
She could feel his gaze on her.
After some time, he gently picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
Timothy stood by the bed looking at Elizabeth.
He bent down, leaning forward, his slender fingers gently brushing the hair that had fallen across her forehead.
He moved closer to her.
Elizabeth could already sense the breath approaching her lips.
She nervously wanted to open her eyes.
Her back was covered in sweat.
She thought he would take the chance to kiss her, but he stopped.
Elizabeth felt relieved.
Timothy's deep gaze fixed on Elizabeth's expression. He sighed softly, "Get some good sleep."
He walked out of the bedroom.
Elizabeth turned over, lying on her side, slowly opening her eyes.
She had thought that with Timothy back,
she would be able to sleep well at home.
But she couldn't.
She was half-asleep, half-awake, restless.
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"I suspect my boyfriend isn't really my boyfriend."
Elizabeth was seeing a psychiatrist.
This was at a different hospital where she had made an appointment yesterday.
Last night Timothy had held her while sleeping. To keep Timothy from noticing her insomnia, her brain forced her to keep her eyes closed.
She was really going crazy.
Elizabeth looked completely drained.
She needed a doctor to tell her that she was mentally normal.
This morning, Timothy had dropped her off at Tom's house. After she got out of the car and Timothy left, she took a taxi to this hospital.
Doctor Sidney Lawson first chatted with Elizabeth about other things, guiding the conversation.
"Ms. Penrose, you..."
Sidney's words were suddenly interrupted when a man burst through the door in a frenzy.
Elizabeth nervously protected her belly and quickly shrank into a corner.
Sidney was grabbed by the neck by the crazy person.
Elizabeth looked around for something to hit him with, but unfortunately, there was nothing useful where she was.
Some kind people rushed in from outside and pulled the crazy person away.
After this disruption,
Sidney couldn't continue the consultation.
Elizabeth felt relieved, but then she felt a slight pain in her abdomen.
She covered her belly and crouched down.
A nurse noticed Elizabeth in the corner.
Timothy walked in and also saw Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth."
A familiar voice rang out. Elizabeth looked up to see Timothy picking her up.
"Mr. Robinson."
Timothy held her in his arms, his face looking grim.
"Timothy, my stomach, the baby..." Elizabeth tried to stay calm. She took a slow breath. "My stomach hurts a bit. What should we do? Will the baby be okay..."
"The baby? It'll be fine. I'm here. Everything's okay, don't worry." Timothy carried her out of the consultation room and into the elevator, gently reassuring her. "Don't forget, I used to be an OB-GYN."
In that moment, all of Elizabeth's anxiety and unease settled down because of Timothy's calm words.
It was all her fault. If only she had admitted she was sick, she wouldn't have sneaked to the hospital.
It was because she sneaked here today that she ran into that crazy person who burst into the consultation room.
The baby was saved without major incident.
But the doctor said she needed to stay in bed for the next three months to protect the pregnancy.
"Mr. Lawson, thank you." Timothy thanked Sidney.
Sidney smiled kindly. "You kid, take good care of your wife. When did you get married? You didn't even invite me to the wedding."
Timothy coughed awkwardly. "We're not married yet, but soon. When we do get married, I'll definitely invite you."
Sidney nodded. "You're a doctor yourself, you should know what to watch out for. This time, make sure she rests properly."
Timothy nodded.
Elizabeth lay in the hospital bed, listening to Timothy and Sidney's conversation, deeply regretting that she had suspected Timothy.
Timothy walked Sidney to the door of the hospital room before turning back to the bedside and pulling up a chair to sit down.
Timothy held Elizabeth's hand—the one without the IV—in both of his.
His large hands warmed her cold hand. His voice was low. "You're pregnant. Why didn't you tell me yesterday? If I hadn't happened to come to this hospital today to visit Mr. Lawson and run into you, were you planning to keep hiding it from me?"
"Elizabeth, what happened while I was gone?"
Elizabeth heard Timothy's gentle, worried voice, and her eyes reddened. "I'm sorry. I... the doctor said I have paranoid delusions. I... I suspected you weren't Timothy."
Timothy hadn't expected this to be the reason. He paused, looking regretful, and kissed the back of her hand. "Elizabeth, it's okay now. Don't cry. It's all my fault."
Elizabeth's eyelids were getting heavy. After releasing her pent-up emotions, and with the smell of hospital disinfectant in the air, she soon fell asleep.
Seeing that Elizabeth had fallen asleep, Timothy gently placed her hand under the blanket.
He looked at Elizabeth with focused attention.
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Elizabeth slept for a long time.
When she woke up again, it was already dark outside.
She gently turned her head and saw Timothy sitting in the chair by the bed, resting.
He had loosened a few buttons, revealing his chest still covered with gauze.
That was where he had been injured.
How could she have suspected that the man in front of her wasn't Timothy?
She decided to cooperate fully with the psychiatrist for treatment.
Just as she made this decision,
her gaze fixed on Timothy's collarbone and suddenly stopped. There.