Owen Cheng’s pupils instantly constricted. He immediately swept me up into his arms, his voice trembling. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
I tried to push him away, but the pain in my abdomen was excruciating. I didn’t dare risk anything happening to my child—I was terrified. And so, Owen Cheng carried me to the car.
I remained fully conscious the entire time, leaning against his chest. The pain made my brow furrow tightly. I could hear his heart pounding rapidly, and feel the steady warmth of his body against mine. His expression was grave, his eyes swimming with deep concern.
Yet I couldn’t tell if that worry was for me, or only for the child growing inside my womb.
If he were to have a child with a woman who looked like Catherine Chu, wouldn’t that child also resemble her?
My heart
