Vol 3 Chapter 2477: My wife, let me explain

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If other people dared to talk to him like this, Grete didn’t say anything, and ordered someone to tie her up with a rope before dragging her away... But when it was replaced by Anora, he naturally didn’t dare to move, so he could only ask kindly. He said: "For the sake of me coming here to save you, can you stop embarrassing me? As long as you are willing to go with me, I can call your ancestors!"
"Don't, I can't afford it," Anora waved his hand immediately, not ashamed, but rather disgusted: "You must take me to see him?"
"Yes. +++Cartino novel website EbookFREE.me" He didn't know that even if he had seen it, he could still let the crown prince stay out? Today, even if you don't want this face, you have to keep her!
Annola pondered for a while, and finally compromised: "Okay, let's go!" Roger was so determined to drive her away at the beginning, and he didn't even want her to listen to any news from him. It's okay to see him right now, right? Even if he kept her on the grounds of the child in his womb, it would make no difference for her to change the place of imprisonment.
However, staying by Roger's side will make it easier for Chu Qian to find her!
Fearing that she would regret it, Gritt hurriedly led her out of the side door and sat down to the private hospital.
Annola put her cheek in one hand and kept looking out the window. She thought that Gritt would take her to the palace, but she came to the hospital... I think she brought Irene to here for a pregnancy test!
But what is Roger doing here? Could it be that his new fiancée also has it? Suppressing her heartache, Annola curled her lips indifferently, and followed Gritt expressionlessly.
"Sit here and wait a minute." Greet invited Annola to an office, ordered people to serve cakes and fruits, and then urgently called the gynecologist in the hospital.
"Look at her belly, presumably there will be a few months of pregnancy?" Griet firmly grasped the gynecologist's shoulder and ordered him to look at Annola.
Annola is wearing a slightly loose white T-shirt today, but her swollen belly can still be seen. The gynecologist raised her eyes and glanced a few times, and said with certainty: "At least five months."
Five months? This is not Roger's child, so he changed his surname to Anora! Finally dispelled the last trace of doubt, Gretel beamed with joy and led Anora to the fourth floor.
This is a special VIP ward. Because of Roger, no other patients are admitted, and it is heavily guarded. Most people don't want to get closer.
Gritt walked up to the fourth floor and found that the bodyguards on the side all looked weird, as if they were holding back a smile, and all looked at Anora curiously, as if she was an alien that had never been discovered before. People are average.
He glanced coldly across their faces one by one, and finally forced their gaze away.
Anora was full of composure. Seeing Gritt stopped in front of a certain ward, beckoning her to open the door, she pushed it open.
In the spacious and comfortable ward, there was no one, the mattress was slightly sunken, as if someone had just been on it, and the windows were open, and the breeze was blowing the lavender curtains, and the room was quiet.
She raised her brows and looked at Gritt behind her.
Gretel was also surprised. Although Roger's illness is getting better, he has only been away for a few hours. Is he already able to walk around by himself?
"Where's your Majesty?" Unbelievable, Gritt turned to ask the bodyguard not far away.
The bodyguard put on a smiley face again, and raised his finger to it.
Gritt raised his eyes and looked at the snow-white wall, before it suddenly dawned that Roger had gone to the rooftop. Looking at Annola with a slight embarrassment, he gritted his teeth and continued to ask: "What is he doing on the rooftop?"
The bodyguard looked at Anora again.
Greet understood that the feeling was that Roger knew that Anora was coming, so he deliberately avoided the rooftop? Is there a mistake? He managed to coax people over!
Oh this big fool!
"If this is the case, then I will go first." Anora can naturally guess what Grete can guess. She lowered her face and moved forward.
"Hey, wait a minute, there are really many misunderstandings, I'll call him down right away, and you can wait a little longer, okay?" Griet hurriedly stopped her.
"There is no misunderstanding, there is no relationship between me and him." Anora left a word indifferently, and walked around him.
For fear of hurting her with anger, Gretel didn't dare to stop, so he could only turn around and walk quickly towards the rooftop.
Between the hospital and the rooftop, there was a door that was closed at this time. Grete raised his hand to open it, but found that it was locked from the outside. It was immediately angry and funny, but even more afraid of Anora’s head. If he leaves without returning, then Roger will really never want to chase her back!
So he knocked the door and yelled: "Roger, you bastard, Anora is pregnant, it's your child! If you don't come out again and confess your sins and beg her for mercy, she will really..."
With a sound of "　", the door was slammed open. Roger sat in a wheelchair with a shocked expression on his face: "What did you just say?"
"Annola is pregnant with your child!"
There was a muffled "bang" again, but Roger was anxious to go downstairs, but he forgot that there was a staircase in front of him, not a gentle ramp. How could a wheelchair pass? So when he dashed forward anxiously, the wheelchair overturned and rolled down with a chair.
Fortunately, Gritt reacted fast enough to grab Roger's arm in time to stop his tragedy from falling all the way to the end, but this staggering caused him to break and bleed in many places.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, take me down." Roger shouted in a flustered manner.
Now know that it's urgent? Grett wanted to give him a roll of eyes, but he was more distressed, so he picked him up and rushed down without saying a word, then temporarily took another wheelchair from the nurse's desk and took it from the exclusive elevator to the first floor.
Roger looked around, but didn't find Anora, pushing the wheelchair and rushing out in a hurry.
Grett went to the reception counter to ask the nurse on duty, describing Anora's features, and asking them if they had seen her go out.
The nurses glanced at each other and shook their heads: "There are more people coming to see the doctor today. We are too busy to pay attention. I'm sorry."
"Immediately retrieve the surveillance video and check to see if such a girl appears within fifteen minutes. If there is such a girl, see where she is going, and then tell me immediately."
Seeing his anxious look, the nurse agreed without saying anything.
Only then did Gritt go out to look for Roger, only to see that he just drove the wheelchair out of the speed of the car, constantly rushing forward from the crowd, just about to rush into the middle of the road.
Glitter was frightened, and rushed forward to pull him back: "Don't worry, she is a pregnant woman, she must not be able to walk fast, I will immediately order my people to look around!"
Roger glanced at him darkly, with a persistent tone: "I will look for it together."
Don't mess with it, go back and rest! Grett wanted to say this to him, but knew that he would not listen, so he could only follow him at the same pace: "I'll be with you."
The two of them searched everywhere on the streets around the hospital, almost stretched their necks, but they never found Anora, seeing that ten years have passed.
In the next few minutes, no matter how slow people are, they will be enough to walk to the street over there, and then take a taxi to leave...Roger clenched his fist in annoyance and slammed it on his leg.
His leg had been scratched, and bloodshot was leaking out, which made him flow more happily.
"Oh, take a moment, if she really leaves, you have to get your body fast and chase her, don't waste your legs!"
"Call up the surrounding surveillance immediately, and I will find her right away!" Roger dragged his hair around with his hands, and said annoyedly: "Glitter, you are right. I am too selfish. I didn't think about her possibility. With children. During this period of time, she has been living alone. I don’t know how hard it is... As long as I think about it, I can’t let her be alone anymore, not even for a minute!"
"I can adjust the surveillance, but you can't leave the hospital unless you die!" Gritt said while touching the phone from his pocket, but suddenly he froze after glancing at a certain place.
Roger subconsciously followed his gaze to look over, and then he tensed his body, then beamed his face, pushing the wheelchair to slide quickly.
At the end of the street, the girl who made them both frightened was standing there with a cold face. Seeing Roger coming over, she immediately shouted coldly: "Stop, don't continue to approach me."
Roger looked at her bulging abdomen, feeling so full that he couldn't bear it, and insisted on going to her.
Anora could only step back quickly, but she almost fell over without knowing what she stepped on. Fortunately, Roger reached out in time to help her stabilize her figure.
But Anora quickly threw away his hand, and stepped back here, keeping the distance between the two of them at about three steps.
Fearing that she would be injured, Roger did not dare to step forward. He only looked at her for an instant, his eyes were obsessed and joyful: "Nora, I'm sorry, you have been wronged during this period of time, you beat me and scold me!"
"What's the matter with him?" Anora didn't look at him, and asked Gritt instead.
Gritt turned his eyes to look at Roger, and saw that his temples were distracted, his head was covered with cold sweat, the blue and white hospital gown was covered with blood, coupled with the fanatical expression and the half-old wheelchair under him, it looked a bit like The prisoner who escaped from the psychiatric hospital!
He touched his nose: "This is not a place to talk, let's go back to the hospital first!"
Anora condensed her eyebrows, seemingly hesitant.
"Nora," Roger called her softly, begging in his tone: "I have a lot to say to you. Will you please let me explain?"
"Mr. Long," Caroline's voice rang from the phone: "My master, Duke Xia Ning, needs to contact you. If it is convenient, I think you two can have an effective conversation."
"Now?" Long Aochen looked at the time: "It's a bit late..."
"Not now," Caroline interrupted him: "It's to find a time. But make sure that the sooner the better."
"OK." As long as it's not now, it's easy to say anything: "I will contact you tomorrow."
"Okay. Nothing else. Excuse me, Mr. Long." Caroline hung up the line.
Long Aochen looked at his half-drunk wife in front of him, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Baby, you are more and more seducing me."
Cheng Chudie wrapped his hands around his neck: "Because I was following a real man. This man is very, very attractive to me."
Long Aochen put his arms around her waist: "You didn't drink before."
"You like to drink, so I like to drink." Cheng Chudie buried her head in his chest: "Xia Ning is looking for you? Strategic cooperation or business cooperation?"