CHAPTER 225: CHAPTER 225: I’M PREGNANT (PART 29)

The pounding of Lucy Eaton’s heart felt as if it wasn’t her own, the sensation was overwhelmingly intense.

He kissed her dizzy, and when he pulled off her pants, she mumbled, "Turn off the lights."

"Why?"

"I’m shy."

He chuckled inwardly, she was quite a good actress.

Ultimately, Jacob Green turned off the lights, and Lucy sat up and hooked her arms around his neck, lost in an inseparable kiss.

He lingered at her entrance, teasing with ins and outs, without actually entering.

Lucy Eaton, agitated by the teasing, left his lips and kissed his Adam’s apple. The action made him lose control, and he gently lifted her, fully entering.

"Ah..." Lucy’s face flushed red, her lips parted, gasping for breath, "Be gentle."

His movements did indeed slow down considerably.

After an entanglement of tender whisperings by the ears, she lay in his arms, hardly believing it was real.

"I never thought I’d actually fulfill my wish and win over Mr. Green."

Jacob Green gazed out the window, silently speaking to himself: I also never thought you’d still be alive.

"Not everyone gets a chance from me, let’s see how you behave in the future."

Lucy heard this, feeling both happy and melancholic.

Happy that she had successfully gotten close to him, melancholic that she had done so using Tia Bailey’s identity to meet him again.

How long has it been since she ’passed away,’ and he’d already embraced a ’new love.’

Even though this new love was herself.

If it were a different woman, tonight’s events would probably still have occurred.

Did he really love her before?

Seeing her silent, Jacob asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"May I ask you a question?"

"What question?"

"Will you get married again in the future?"

"Yes."

Lucy’s heart sank, confirming her suspicions.

Men always distinguish clearly between love and sex.

"There isn’t already someone you want to marry, is there?"

"There is."

Lucy’s heart felt troubled; tonight, she had just climbed into his bed as Tia Bailey, so she wouldn’t presumptuously think he was referring to her.

Seeing her silent again, Jacob opened his mouth, "Aren’t you going to ask who it is?"

"Not interested." She turned her back to him, "I’m going to sleep."

The room fell silent.

Jacob’s eyes were filled with joy, he placed a hand on her waist, closing his eyes to sleep, and for the first time in a while, he slept soundly.

——

"Had I known you drank that much, I would have joined you at the dinner," Watson supported James Foster in the elevator, "Judging by how drunk you are, your head will hurt tomorrow for sure."

"Lucy, don’t forget to make some hangover tea for your brother,"

Watson reached out and pinched his face, "Look closely, it’s Watson."

"Peanut... I want peanuts..."

Watson didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, "I really want to throw you on the ground."

Exiting the elevator, Watson struggled using every ounce of strength to get him to the door. While she was entering the code, James Foster leaned on the opposite door, knocking loudly, "Lucy, come open the door for your brother."

Watson opened the door and grabbed him, "Lucy’s not home, come on, let’s go back home."

"It’s so late, if she’s not home, where did she go? No way, there’re so many bad people, I have to call her, huh, where’s my phone?"

Watson rummaged through his pocket and found his phone, "Here it is, call her inside."

Once she coaxed him into the guest room, Watson went to brew the hangover tea.

By the time she brought it to him, he had placed the phone by his ear, muttering, "Haven’t you been watching the news lately? A girl shouldn’t go out alone at night; it’s dangerous. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up..."

As the hangover tea cooled, she fed it to him, and he soon fell into a deep sleep. She picked up his phone, and the call hadn’t even been dialed.

With a blanket over him, Watson gently smoothed his brow.

After turning off the light, Watson quietly backed out and went to her own room to sleep.

Around six in the morning, she was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing.

She saw that it was Robert Langley’s wife calling.

"Sis-in-law."

"Watson, come quickly, James is hurt."

"Sis-in-law, James is at home, how could he be hurt?" She sat up and turned on the light.

"What do you mean ’at home’? He was seriously injured. If my husband hadn’t arrived, he would’ve been beaten to death. My husband already sent him to the hospital, come quickly to the shop, we’ll go together."

"Okay, okay." Watson hurriedly got dressed, "I’m on my way."

She quickly put on her shoes, took one last look at the guest room, and sure enough, no one was there.

She hurriedly ran out the door.

When she arrived at the shop and saw Robert Langley’s wife, she learned that one of the people James fought with was a male internet friend that Mary Pond had once deceived.

That male internet friend had previously come to the shop causing trouble.

Unfortunately, he had been beaten and left.

Although he chickened out then, he couldn’t shake the thought of revenge.

Early in the morning at the marketplace, he accidentally spotted James Foster and called his buddies.

Seeing they were outnumbered, James had no thoughts of fighting them alone.

He immediately ran.

As he ran, he called Robert Langley, who reported to the police and rushed over.

By the time he arrived, those men had nearly beaten James to death. Seeing Robert Langley, they scattered, and the police arrived soon after, investigating the scene and checking surveillance to catch the culprits. Robert sent James to the hospital.

When Watson understood the ins and outs of the situation, she was scared out of her wits, and she and Robert Langley’s wife rushed to the hospital, their hearts in their throats the entire way.

Outside the operating room were all the shop employees, and Mary Pond was there too, crying with her head down.

"Husband, how’s James?" Robert Langley’s wife asked urgently.

"Not good," Robert Langley’s face was dark, "He was hit on the head with a large brick, lost a lot of blood. The lead surgeon is Dr. Michael Paxton, who used to work with Lucy in the same office. I told him that James is a good friend of Lucy’s, he will definitely do his best to save him."

Watson’s face turned pale, hands clasped together in silent prayer.

James Foster’s parents arrived first, and when they did, his surgery was finished.

Michael Paxton, wearing sterile clothes and a mask, exited the operating room, and everyone crowded around him.

"Doctor, how’s my son?"

Michael Paxton sighed, "Acute brain injury, nerve system infection, currently in a deep coma with signs of a vegetative state. It’s uncertain if he’ll wake up."

"Vegetat...ive?" James’s mother fainted, her eyes blacked out.

"Mother!" everyone cried, as James’s father held her up, shedding tears.

Watson crouched on the ground, wailing, "How could this happen..."

Robert Langley’s wife helped her up, and by then James Foster was being pushed by a nurse into the intensive care unit.

When everyone realized it, Mary Pond was already gone.