Samuel didn't let her go. Instead, he pushed himself on her closely and started kissing her rudely on her red lips.
After a long while
They made out under the dim light of the street lamp, and both wanted more. Samuel's phone suddenly rang, startling them. They separated.
Ella's legs felt like jelly. Samuel reached one arm around her waist and with his other hand he answered the phone call.
"Grandmother."
Grandmother? Ella was puzzled. It was about eleven o 'clock. Why wasn't grandma sleeping?
"Sam, Jerry is having fever. Your father has taken him to Chuck's hospital. You'd better go there as soon as possible." Melody's voice appeared extraordinarily loud and clear in the night. And Ella heard her too.
Her son was having fever? How come?
When Samuel hung up, she asked, "How come?" She was too worried for her son to be still angry with him. She clutched at the corner of his dress, eyes full of anxiety.
He opened the door of the co-pilot and picked her up. "No one knows what happened yet. We'd better reach there as soon as possible." He buckled her up and closed the door.
He got into the driver's seat and drove away.
On the way to the hospital, Samuel called Chuck several times. But none was answered.
Chuck called him back when they reached the hospital.
"What's up?" Chuck spoke in a hoarse voice.
Samuel ignored his abnormality, "Come to the hospital. My son has fever."
"Okay, I'll be there soon." Chuck took his coat, walked to the compartment door, opened it and went out, as if he didn't see Daisy lying there.
He went outside the door and told the waiter in the corridor, "Don't let anyone in."
The waiter nodded and stood outside. He put on his coat and hurried to the hospital.
After ten minutes or so, Daisy walked out of the room and left KTV quickly with her head down, hair messy.
In the hospital
They found the children's room. Ella painfully looked at her son's fever-gripped face.
She held her son in her arms. Jerry seemed to feel his mother's smell, opening his eyes
Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.
"You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.
"You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.
"Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.
a wrong way.
So he should tell her what she could do and what she couldn't.
Early next morning
Melody asked Vincent to take her to the hospital. She didn't sleep well last night, worrying about her great-grandson.
She gently pushed the ward door open, all the three were still sleeping. The heads of the two adults were pressed together, and the son lay slanting between them.
In no hurry to wake them up, Melody patted Vincent's hand and whispered, "Take out the phone and click their picture." It would be a pity to miss such a warm scene.
But if it was preserved in the photo, it would be a beautiful memory.
Vincent knew what she meant. He took out his phone, opened the camera and pressed the photo button.
"Crack." Vincent forgot to mute his phone. With one shot, Samuel woke up.
The little woman next to him slept soundly on her arm. So did his son.
He sat up gently. "Grandma, dad."
"How's the baby?" Melody whispered, moving towards Jerry.
Jerry's face had returned to normal. Samuel leaned close to touch his forehead, and he opened his eyes.
"Aah-" His sudden burst of crying startled everybody in the room.
Ella, who was asleep, was also awakened.
She sat up in a daze and held her son.
"Little darling don't cry, don't cry." She looked funny when she couldn't even open her eyes but still tried to coax her son.
