The woman was so frightened, she hurried forward to stop him. If this continued, someone might actually die! Donovan Xavier was burning up but didn’t spare her a single glance. He waved a large hand. "Get lost. Don’t touch me!" He finally lost his footing, collapsing onto one knee. His hand gripped the table leg as he fought to suppress the urge, his lips turning white from the strain. One of his arms, which was already lacerated, was held stiffly as blood slowly seeped out, forming a pool on the floor. The woman’s eyes were red from crying, a sense of indignation welling up inside her. Why would this man rather hurt himself than touch me? Am I really that repulsive? After a while, Donovan was slumped over the table, his face deathly pale. Whenever the heat became unbearable, he would use a shard of glass to cut himself a couple of times. The woman grew frantic. She couldn’t get close to him, and she didn’t dare run out and call for help. Suddenly, CLICK. The door was pushed open. Liam Keane walked in. "Mr. Xavier, I’m here to pick you up." Donovan turned his head to glance at him, but he was in too much pain to utter a single word. Faye Hughes and Owen Grant followed them in. "Donovan, we heard you were drunk, so we bought some hangover remedy for you on the way." When they saw the scene, their eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Xavier, what happened to you?!" Liam Keane rushed forward to help him up, his hands getting covered in blood. Donovan wasted no words, pressing down hard on Liam’s shoulder. "Hosp... hospital." Seeing that he had clearly been drugged, Faye Hughes turned to the other woman and slapped her across the face. "Bitch! How dare you set Donovan up!" She followed it with another resounding slap. Liam Keane ignored them, carrying the man out of the club and rushing to the hospital. 「In the dead of night.」 Donovan lay on the hospital bed, his brows furrowed slightly as his eyes fluttered open. He looked up and noticed the woman sitting by his side. A faint smile touched his pale lips. "You’re here?" Chloe Preston hadn’t left his side for a moment. Seeing him finally awake, her nose stung and tears welled in her eyes. She couldn’t help but start crying. Liam Keane had been the one to call, telling her Donovan had gotten into trouble and that she should come over immediately. This man... why did he always find a way to get himself hurt? Seeing her crying so hard, Donovan frowned. His heart felt as if it were being squeezed, and the feeling was unbearable. "Sweetheart, be good. Don’t cry." He coaxed her softly, wanting to reach out and wipe her tears away, but he didn’t have the strength. Chloe grew anxious and quickly held him down. "Don’t move." Donovan’s dark eyes were fixed on her as a smile touched his lips. "Then why don’t you take the initiative and come lie in my arms for a while?" Chloe complied. At a time , she would indulge his every whim. Chloe was just snuggling into his arms when, a second later, a wave of nausea surged through her stomach. She shot up, ran to the trash can, and retched several times. Donovan panicked. "Chloe, what’s wrong?" Chloe shook her head and patted her chest. "It’s nothing. I probably just ate something that disagreed with me." At that moment, the hospital room door opened, and Faye Hughes walked in carrying a basket of fruit. Seeing the scene before her, Faye’s gaze landed on Chloe’s face, and she blurted out, "Why are you throwing up like that? It’s like you’re pregnant." In an instant, it was as if a bomb had gone off in Chloe’s mind. Could I... could I be pregnant? Hearing this, Donovan’s heart skipped a beat from his hospital bed. Chloe still felt a little nauseous as she looked up at him. From the moment they met, they had never used any protection. Every time, he was demanding and fierce, concerned only with his own pleasure, showing no restraint. Could it really have happened? Chloe instinctively covered her flat stomach. Donovan noticed the gesture. His gaze deepened, and he remained silent for a moment. After a long while, he pushed himself up to lean against the headboard and met her gaze. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Go get a check-up." "Huh?" Chloe was stunned for a moment. Donovan’s face betrayed no emotion as he looked at Faye Hughes. "Take her." Faye was inwardly reluctant, but since he had ordered it, she could only comply. She walked over and took Chloe by the arm. "Let’s go. I’ll go with you." Chloe glanced at Donovan, pursed her lips, and then turned and left the room. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. What if I really am pregnant? How would we handle it? Should I keep it? Or not? Would Donovan even want it? A long, long time passed. In the hospital room, Donovan leaned against the bed, gazing out the window, his expression unreadable. Donovan looked up at her, his voice as calm as ever. "How did it go?" Faye Hughes smiled and strode forward, leaning against a chair as she answered first, "She’s not pregnant. It’s just mild gastritis. The doctor prescribed her some medication." When Faye heard the result earlier, she had been ecstatic. She’s not pregnant, which means I still have a chance to fight for him. Donovan listened, paused for a few seconds, then held out his hand, beckoning her over. Holding the medicine, Chloe walked to the bedside and sat down. She met his gaze. He masked his emotions perfectly; it was impossible to tell if he was pleased or angry. Chloe, however, felt a complex mix of emotions. At first, she had been nervous and hopeful, afraid of being pregnant but also afraid of not being pregnant. When she heard the result, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. Discover more novels at NoveI[F]ire.net But on second thought, not being pregnant was a good thing. Otherwise, she’d be pregnant out of wedlock. If people found out, who knew what sort of gossip they would spread about her. Donovan took her slender, icy hand, sidestepping the topic of pregnancy. He asked gently, "How did you get gastritis? Are you uncomfortable anywhere else?" Chloe smiled softly. "It’s nothing serious. I just need to be more careful with my diet from now on." Then, she rolled up his sleeve. His strong, powerful forearm was wrapped in bandages, and faint spots of blood were still seeping through. The sight was shocking; it must have been terribly painful. Chloe drew a sharp breath, her eyes turning slightly red. "Let me change your dressing." "Okay." A hint of tenderness softened Donovan’s eyes. Donovan was discharged from the hospital and took Chloe back to his apartment. On the sofa, Chloe lay with her head in his lap, playing with his large hand as she smiled up at him. "You’re pretty impressive. You were hit with a triple dose of that drug yesterday and still managed to control yourself." If it had been any other man, drugged and with a charming, beautiful woman right in front of him, he would have lost control long ago. Yet he would rather hurt himself, enduring the agony, than do anything to betray her. He was becoming more and more proficient in his role as a boyfriend. Donovan pulled her into his arms, a fond smile on his lips. "Just pretty impressive? I kept myself clean for Miss Quinn. Don’t I deserve a reward?" As he spoke, he pressed his lips to hers. Donovan’s body heated up easily. No one knew that when he was drugged yesterday, the only person he thought of, the only one he yearned for, was his Chloe.