Chapter 297:
Herbert’s firm attitude comforted me, and I even had some pity for Caroline. But this kind of pity did not affect my attitude. If it weren’t for her, perhaps I wouldn’t have lost my child, or maybe my child would have survived. Thinking of this, I felt very depressed.
“Are you still… not satisfied with what I’m doing? If you…”
His words immediately brought me back to reality. I quickly interrupted him.
“No!! I just suddenly miss Lucas.”
Speaking about Lucas, the atmosphere on the phone suddenly became warm.
“In the past few months, Lucas has been growing very fast. He can walk on his own, and he can say a word or two.”
Herbert’s tone became softer and softer.
“Really? I’ll visit him in a few days. Do you think Lucas will still know me?”
I was very excited because I hadn’t seen him for a long time.
“He must know you.”
Herbert laughed. I glanced at my watch. It was already midnight, so I reminded him, “It’s getting late. You should get some rest. You have work tomorrow and need to take care of your patient. It’s tough!”
Herbert chuckled and replied, “You’re jealous.”
“I’m hanging up.”
With that, I ended the call. I was definitely jealous—after all, he was taking care of his ex-girlfriend. He was the one I loved.
I had promised Herbert I would give him some time. At least for half a month, I would do my best to control my emotions.
Ring… Ring…
The phone rang again, and it was still Herbert.
“I want to have a goodnight kiss, or I can’t sleep.”
Herbert was shameless.
“Mr. Wharton, are you a kid?” I teased him. In the past, he was overbearing and stubborn. He would never listen to me. Now, he was softer, more considerate of my feelings, and openly expressed his love. I was surprised. It turned out that he felt the same way. My feelings for him deepened just a little more.
“If you don’t give me a kiss, I won’t hang up tonight.”
Herbert threatened with a smile.
“I can hang up directly,” I teased him back.
“I’ll continue to call you!” he said, still smiling on the other end.
“I’ll turn my phone off,” I said playfully.
We were having a bit of fun bantering. The feeling was refreshing. I thought he would admit defeat and end it.
“Why aren’t you speaking?” I asked.
“I’m putting on my clothes,” Herbert replied.
“Why are you putting on your clothes?”
It was midnight, and he should be getting ready for bed, not getting dressed.
