243: Do You Know if it's Superman (7)

"Liam Yancey stood by the bedside, and when she woke, his cold expression softened, and his taut nerves finally relaxed.

He stroked her hair, his dark eyes streaked with chaotic veins from a sleepless night. Exhaustion and anxiety had left his body stiff.

"Does it still hurt?" When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was so hoarse it was almost tearing.

Tara Summer's heart squeezed. Seeing him like this, she couldn't help but tear up. She said aloud, "Liam Yancey, don't treat me so well, I..."

"You are my wife." Therefore, it was right to treat her well.

"..." Tara couldn't manage a word. She looked at him with teary eyes, unable to hold back the tears that fell from her lashes.

"Does your belly still hurt?" The man's eyebrows furrowed once again.

She shook her head, her tears flowing continuously. "Liam Yancey, you haven't slept in a long time!"

"It's only been a few days." He held her hand and kissed it lightly, his expression considerably softer.