Chapter 22 Is The Child Really Aborted?

He withdrew his hand not too harshly, but a stingy pain ran all the way to the bottom of my heart along my jaw.

It hurt so much that I curled up my toes.

I hadn't recovered from being drenched in the rain that day. Now that he went all harsh on me, I fell limp into his arms as soon as he let go of me.

With his strong palm, he held me in his arms. Leaning against his chest, I could clearly feel the strength of his muscles in his body. I didn't have much strength left, and I didn't want to quarrel with him at this time, so I closed my eyes and leaned in his arms.

"You've grown capable enough to play dead huh!" His low voice, still filled with anger, sounded beside my ear.

He gave me a few harsh slaps on my cheek. It hurt, but still, I didn't want to open my eyes because I felt upset and sad.

Seeing that I didn't respond, he picked me up and brought me to the bedroom. Perhaps he somehow felt a little guilty.

He put me on the bed, and then everything went silent.