CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake Chapter 1662

Chapter 1662Joyce fervently shook her head and waved her hands in denial. “No, no, I definitely want this baby.
Otherwise, I would never have held out until now.”
“In that case, go and settle the hospitalization procedures now and stay in the hospital to recuperate
starting tomorrow,” Stanley ordered placidly. Then, he waved a dismissive hand. “All right, go out first.”
“Okay.” Noticing the weariness lining his face, Joyce nodded before spinning on her heel and leaving
the hospital room.
After returning to the adjacent visitors' room, she sat on the edge of the bed with the plate of plums in
her hand, utterly dazed.
It was clear as day that Stanley's suggestion for her to be admitted to the hospital to recuperate
shocked her greatly, and her emotions were still a jumbled mess then.
Why exactly did he propose that I be hospitalized to recuperate? Could it really be because he's
genuinely concerned about my health?
Lowering her head, Joyce caressed her belly.
She found that it was growing increasingly difficult for her to see through him, and she could not fathom
his thoughts.
Doesn't he hate me, despising me to the core? Then why did he pour me a glass of water with honey
and even prepare plums for me upon seeing that I was suffering from severe morning sickness? Indeed, she was convinced that all those were specially prepared for her when he saw her in such
discomfort.
Otherwise, he could have done so anytime. Yet, of all times, he prepared them when she was throwing
up.
On top of that, they were all great for expectant mothers, especially those in the early stages of
pregnancy like her.
Thus, he's seemingly concerned about me for real. But why exactly is that? Why would he care about
me, someone he loathes? Besides, he even ended his demand for me to take care of him before the
agreed-upon time and asked that I admit myself to the hospital to recuperate. All of that baffles me
entirely!
Joyce dipped her head and stared at the plums on the plate.
Even then, they exuded an exquisite fragrance.
Her control snapping, she picked up a plum and placed it into her mouth. At once, a combination of
sweetness and sourness pervaded her whole mouth, stimulating her taste buds. It was so pleasant that
she could not help closing her eyes, a blissful smile on her face.
Indeed, it was bliss to her.
A moment ago, she was still feeling rather poorly as her stomach roiled after the bout of retching.
Following the ingestion of plum, however, the feeling promptly dissipated and vanished into thin air. Inits place was a sense of sheer comfort.
When she was all relaxed, it went without saying that she also felt blissful. With the plum in her mouth,
she opened her eyes and lowered her head to fix her eyes on the plate of plums.
A sudden question popped into her mind.
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latter, why would he buy plums? Could it be that he bought them because he loves them? But that
doesn't make sense. I've never seen him eating plums in the past few days he'd been hospitalized. He
didn't even eat fruits and snacks. If it weren't for the fact that he took his meals, I would've thought that
he'd become immortal. Hmm, I'm utterly curious about where these plums came from. It isn't quite
possible that they were a gift. He doesn't know anyone here, so no one would give him anything, let
alone plums. Furthermore, I've never seen anyone gifting plums when visiting a patient at the hospital.
Shortly after, she spat out the plum pit in her mouth. Putting down the plate in her hand, she got to her
feet and headed to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.
While plums were delicious, eating merely one or two was sufficient. If one ate too many in a row, one
would have a toothache.
For that reason, she planned on keeping the plums to eat slowly in the future.
All things considered, they would not rot anytime soon.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent hospital room, Stanley lifted his hands and massaged his temples after
Joyce had left. Thereafter, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
He phoned Shane, and the latter was even a touch surprised to receive the call.
“What else do you want?” Right then, it was night where Shane was.
He had just recited a bedtime story to his two children, coaxed them to sleep, and was leaving their
bedroom when the cell phone in his pocket rang.