My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 2900

Chapter 2900— 

Brian Hart furrowed his brow, his worry becoming mom pronounced as he witnessed Valda Theller’s face rapidly turning pale and her body trembling slightly. 

“Do you still want to take the subway back by yourself like this?” he asked, not unkindly, as he suddenly bent down and lifted Valda Theller up in his arms. 

“Don’t…” she protested weakly, but it was no use. He had already picked her up and was walking towards the subway exit. 

Many people on the subway turned their heads to look at them, making Valda Theller feel uneasy. If she struggled now, it would only attract more attention. So she buried her head in Brian Hart’s arms like an ostrich. ‹ 

Brian Hart looked down at the person in his arms. She had become docile and gentle, no longer resisting being held by him, as if they had gone back to the way things used to be. If he could, he would have liked to hold her like this forever. But the memory of her pale face just now made him quicken his pace. 

In just two or three minutes, he had already carried her to his parked car. Opening the door, he placed her in the passenger seat. 

At this point, not only was her face pale, but there was also a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. 

“I’ll take you to the hospital. You don’t look well,” Brian Hart said, taking out a tissue and gently wiping the sweat from her forehead. 

Valda Theller’s body stiffened. His gentle actions made her feel complicated emotions. 

“It’s okay… I just have a slight stomach ache. You can just take me home,” she said. 

“Even if you’re like this, you still don’t want to go to the hospital? Besides, stomach pain can be serious or not,” he said, leaning over to fasten 

her seatbelt before closing the passenger door and returning to the driver’s seat. 

Brian Hart started the car and drove towards the hospital. Valda Theller placed her hand on her stomach, closed her eyes, and tightly pursed 

her lips, trying to suppress the pain. 

After an unknown amount of time, she felt the car stop and heard the sound of the door opening. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that they were already in the hospital parking lot. Brian Hart had carried her out of the car. 

“I can walk by myself,” Valda Theller said. 

“Okay, don’t talk. It’s faster if I carry you,” Brian Hart said. 

Because it was already evening, Brian Hart carried Valda Theller directly to the emergency room. They quickly registered and waited in the