Wendy lowered her head unhappily. At a loss, Ben looked at her and tried to persuade her, "Listen to
me. It's so dark and the road is so far. How can I walk?"
When he reached out to hold Wendy's hand, she shook it off violently and turned around to leave. Ben
frowned and looked stern. He strode to follow her and pulled her back. He lowered his head and said
coldly, "We must have dinner today!"
She ignored him and turned around to leave. With a gloomy face, Ben picked up her collar, took her to
the dining room, and then carried her to the chair. She sat on the chair, without saying anything, and
there was no response.
Standing next to her, Ben turned her face around, frowned and stared at her face. He whispered,
"You... Do you call yourself a designer? " Wendy turned her head to avoid his hand but said nothing.
Ben said, "Let's have dinner first!" He picked up the chopsticks and put them into the hands of Wendy.
Wendy dodged without hesitation. Ben squinted and asked, "Do you want to eat or not?"
"I just want to eat ice cream!" Ben looked at her helplessly, but he still said firmly, "I'm too tired!"
"I'm not feeling well, so I want to eat!" Wendy asked, looking like a cheeky child.
Looking at the indifferent face of Ben, Wendy pulled his sleeve pitifully and said, "Can you buy it for
me? Just once! "
Wendy looked at him with pleading eyes, held the corner of his clothes and said softly, "I just let you go
once, just once. It's not far. There are still many people on the street now."
Seeing her pitiful look, Ben's heart softened, but he insisted, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow!" There was
still a hint of insistence in his words. After hearing that, Wendy loosened her grip on the corner of his
clothes. She lowered her head unhappily and didn't say anything. Her disappointed look made his heart
ache.
Wendy turned her head, but Ben had to soften his attitude. He put his arms around her shoulders
intimately and coaxed her in a soft voice. I know you like ice cream. It's my fault this time. I should have
bought it for you before, but I really can't buy it tonight. Wait a few more hours. I'll buy it for you
tomorrow morning! "
Wendy didn't say anything. She pressed her lower abdomen with one hand and her face was a little
pale. But Ben didn't notice it at all. Seeing that she still didn't answer, he leaned his chin against her
hair, as if he was afraid that she would be angry. He said softly, "Wendy, don't be angry. Don't be
angry!"
Wendy still didn't answer, expressionless. Sitting next to her, he put the chopsticks into her hand and
picked up food for her. "Eat quickly!"
Wendy's face turned paler. She frowned and kept pressing her belly with the other hand. It hurt... It
began to spread all over her body.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Although he knew that she was angry, she hadn't had a good
meal for a week. Looking at her stubborn look, he had to ladle a bowl of soup for her and push it in
front of her. He said softly, "Have some soup!"
Tears welled up in Wendy's eyes. She shook her head resolutely and felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
Seeing that she was still indifferent, Ben stared at her with a pair of stern eyes and said, "Drink it!"
Wendy frowned, and the chopsticks in her hand fell on the table. Such a big move caused the
misunderstanding of Ben. His face turned cold, and his good temper completely dissipated. He stood
up and rudely pressed Wendy's body tightly in his arms. She had a stomachache, and it was more
unbearable to be hurt by his rude behavior.
"Let me go..." Helplessly, Wendy pushed him away and sobbed.
With a cold face, Ben still pressed her against his chest. He opened her mouth with a big hand, picked
up the bowl on the table and was about to force her to drink it. *
At this moment, Wendy burst into tears. She pushed Ben away with all her strength and shouted
hysterically, "I have told you. I won't drink it! "
Her excited reaction made Ben's hand freeze in midair and look at her. Wendy was in despair, staring
at him without moving. After a long time, she stood up and rushed upstairs.
When the figure completely disappeared from the sight of Ben, he came back to his senses and felt as
if a knife were piercing his heart. After a long time, he turned around and sat down tiredly.
After returning to the bedroom, Wendy slammed the door. It hurt... She couldn't hold on any longer and
almost fell to the ground. She struggled, pressed her belly tightly and squatted at the door, with sweat
rolling down on her face.
Her clear eyes were full of strong desire, and even a desire to live. Hope and fear slowly occupied
Wendy's mind. This time... Was she really going to die this time? Because it was more painful than
before. It was as painful as a knife injury. She even had an illusion of fear. Her stomach was twisted
and it seemed to be painful.
Sweat soon wetted the hair on her forehead, and her eager eyes were filled with despair. Death could
really frighten people to such an extent. In the past, she was also afraid. Several times. She had a
stomachache for countless times. Every time it hurt, she could clearly feel a kind of fear, but the fear of
the previous times was not as strong as the pain this time. It was several times more painful than the
previous times. The previous times, she would feel very painful, very painful, but it was not to this
extent. Only about a minute later, cold sweat came out from her forehead.
Wendy pressed her belly hard with her hand. The pain made her cry. At this moment, her pale face
looked even more frightening.
Wendy's head gradually began to buzz. After a long time, her eyebrows slowly relaxed, her small
hands flew feebly and loosened her lower abdomen. The pain gradually disappeared. She smiled with
self mockery. Should she feel lucky that she had this kind of disease? The pain would pass after a
while, but the pain almost broke her intestines.
She weakly squatted on the ground, with dull eyes and tears of despair rolling down. At this time, the
door was suddenly opened. Wendy was shocked. She suddenly looked up, but did not meet the eyes
of the person. They were both stunned.
Soon, a trace of panic flashed across Wendy's face. She looked at him at a loss, trembling and
forgetting to react. It was not until then that Ben came back to his senses. He frowned, immediately
picked her up, and kissed her forehead painfully. He said painfully, "Wendy, don't do this. Don't torture
yourself!"
Looking at her like this, his heart was almost broken. At this time, Wendy's body was trembling. She did
not struggle or shout, but her face was pale, and her eyes were dull and staring at his face. Taking a
deep breath, Ben walked to the bedside and put her on the bed. He looked at her with a complicated
look. "Why do you have to do this? Don't you love me? "
Wendy didn't answer, nor did she have any reaction. Ben almost couldn't breathe. Enduring the pain in
the bottom of his heart, he held her tightly in his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Wendy... Don't say
that. I just want you to come back to me. I miss you so much, really! "
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