Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1174


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1174


    My Heart Aches for You


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    Shamelessly, Mason said, “He’s gonna protect you in the future anyway. A little suffering’s fine as long


    as he doesn’t die.”


    Hearing this, J clicked her tongue and rubbed her belly. It’s such bad luck being our child.


    It was already the next day when she woke up.


    As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a few people, including Sean, ck Python, White Python,


    and Lara, by her bed. Even Desire hade. All of them stared at them terrifyingly with their eyes wide


    open.


    “What?” She looked at each one of them with a nk expression.


    Upon hearing her voice, Herbert and James rushed over and replied seriously, “Ask Mason. He woke


    us up early in the morning and insisted that we check on you.”


    Biting her lip, she asked, “Where’s he?”


    Respectfully, Sean replied, “Young Miss Jackson, Mr. Lowry has gone to get you breakfast.”


    Personally? She frowned and said nothing after that.


    “Your arm, please?” A man’s voice sounded.


    Herbert was holding the phlebotomy equipment in his hand, preparing to draw her blood.


    However, she refused to move. “I’m fine,” she stated coldly.


    Helplessly, he told her, “Please cooperate with me. I need to report it to Mr. Lowry.”


    “I told you that I’m fine.” She rolled her eyes at them before sitting up to check her pulse.


    At that moment, everyone gazed at her in shock.


    With an annoyed look in her eyes, she furrowed her brows. “You’re blocking my air.” Her voice was cold


    and indifferent. She even sounded fierce and agitated.


    Having no choice, they left the ward one after another without saying anything.


    The room was quiet once more after they had all left.


    Soon, the ward’s door opened again.


    Already done checking her pulse, she lowered her hand and lifted her eyes to the man walking toward


    her.


    Holding a lunch box, he walked to the side of her bed and embraced her. “Why are you so stubborn?”


    he questioned gently.


    She took a deep breath in his arms to capture his scent, whereupon her brows rxed at once. What a


    familiar scent.


    “I already said that I’m fine, so why did you ask Herbert to get my blood sample? Don’t you know that


    pregnant women are sensitive to pain?” She sighed as she opened the lunchbox casually.


    “I know, but my heart hurts more every time you’re in pain.” There was nothing that he was afraid of


    except her pretending to be okay.


    Hearing this, she couldn’t help butugh. “Forget it. You wouldn’t understand anyway. I checked my


    pulse earlier. I’m healthy as a horse!”


    In truth, he couldn’t force someone who didn’t want to get their blood drawn; all he could do was go


    along with it. “Fine. I’ll trust you this time.” He patted her head helplessly.


    Instantaneously, the corners of her mouth turned upward. As soon as she opened the lunchbox and


    saw what was inside, her eyes brightened.


    “How sweet!” Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him.


    I can’t believe he bought honey sriracha meatballs because I mentioned itst night! And it came with


    rice!


    Helpless, he stated, “That’s because you’re good at tattling.”


    Grandma might end me if I didn’t let her eat that today.


    Just as she was about to devour the honey sriracha meatballs, his deep voice sounded in her ear. “But


    first, have some porridge to fill your stomach,” he warned coldly.


    She rolled her eyes at him.


    …


    Aftering out of the ward, Herbert checked his phone from time to time.


    Out of curiosity, James asked, “What’s wrong?”


    Having no choice, Herbert told James, “Someone’sing to see meter.”


    “Wow! You’re so popr, Dr. Fernandaz!” James chuckled.


    “Heh.” Herbert scoffed without saying anything else.


    A momentter, he turned to James and inquired, “Has J revealed her identity?”


    Puzzled, James frowned. “Which one?”


    “Doctor Sandra.”


    “I’m not sure about that.”


    She had so many identities that he couldn’t even remember which ones she had revealed.


    In response, Herbert coughed and then looked at his phone without saying another word.


    …


    Meanwhile, news about Mason’s recovery had spread throughout Sandfort City.


    Nobody knew what exactly had happened except for the fact that his serious illness had rmed


    Herbert and James from Markovia’s Traditional Medical Research Institute.