One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 882 Give Me Your Papers

Developed some feelings for the child?

How was this possible?

Jessie shook her head and took two steps back, looking at George with an even stranger look.

Clearly, she still didn't want to take his word for it.

George pursed his lips, and did not insist that she must believe it.

After all, she would not trust him as long as the wariness of him was not removed from her heart.

So, trust was something that needed to come slowly later.

"If you don't believe it, just think of it as me telling a lie to deceive you." George said in a light voice.

Jessie bit her lip.

So he really was joking.

But it was a bad joke for him to make.

Taking a breath, Jessie asked again, "Then Mr. Joe, why on earth did you agree to me keeping the

baby and hospitalizing me? I'm pretty sure that you wanted me to give birth to the baby, what about

after the birth? Are you going to take the baby away and throw it away?"

That was her biggest worry now.

Yes, she was no longer worried that he would make her abort the baby, but that he would take it away

and throw it away when she had it, or give it to someone else so that mother and child would never see

each other again for the rest of their lives.

If that was the case, then she had to say that his methods were more vicious.

This type of revenge was simply unconscionable.

It was more painful to take the baby away and not see it for the rest of her life than to just let her abort

it.

Thinking of this, Jessie's face turned white, and she couldn't help but breathe sharply, and the way she

looked at George, she was even more wary.

George naturally felt the change in her, based on her look, he naturally understood what she was

thinking, helplessly shook his head, "Put away those shocking thoughts of yours, I am not that

underhanded."

Jessie swallowed hard, "So ...... Mr. Joe, you're not going to take the baby away, are you?"

George nodded, "I don't have that in mind."

Jessie clenched her hand and couldn't help but smile, "Great, I thought you let me have the baby just to

carry it away so that we could never see each other for the rest of our lives, as a way to get back at

me."

After hearing the woman's words, George said, "You are quite good at imagination."

Jessie lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Joe, I don't want to, it's really because the psychological Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

shadow you brought me was too big, so I had to think about everything more."

In fact, she didn't even want to think about it in those terms; thinking about it too much made her feel

nervous and about to turn into a nervous wreck.

But there was really nothing she could do about it.

After listening to Jessie's explanation, George felt tired and ashamed at the same time.

For it was indeed all the stress and shadows he had brought to her that she would think such

nonsense.

"Forget it." George lifted his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I asked you to keep the child,

hospitalized and conditioned to give birth to the child for no other reason, nor was it my intention to take

the child away so that you can not meet for the rest of your lives, I just suddenly want to see what kind

of child I have, whether it was a genius or a fool."

He said this deliberately to dispel the last doubts in Jessie's mind.

Jessie blinked and stared at George, as if she wanted to see if what George said was true or not.

But after watching for a while, she watched as George's expression that had not changed in the

slightest under her gaze, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

What he said, which should be true, was that the reason he had suddenly changed his mind and let her

keep the child was not because he had developed feelings for it, nor was it because he wanted to get

back at her.

Rather, it was because of the curiosity that had arisen about this child.

He simply wanted to know what it would be like to have a child with his blood in it.

To put it bluntly, he just took an interest in the child on a whim, and nothing more.

But it didn't matter, she didn't expect him to have feelings for the child, as long as he didn't use the child

to get back at her family.

"Alright, go and check in for hospitalization, if you want this child, hurry up to do so." George looked at

Jessie and suddenly spoke.

Jessie nodded, "I know, I'll go later, but it's already evening now, Mr. Joe, are you hungry?"

George raised his eyes, "I am okay."

Jessie rolled up her sleeves, "What do you want to eat? I will cook it now."

She asked, looking at him.

George's eyelids drooped slightly, as if in thought.

After a few seconds, he looked up and slowly announced the names of a few dishes.

Jessie nodded, thinking that these were things she would do and that they were doable here, and

smiled as she agreed.

"Okay, then I'll go and cook first." With that, Jessie was about to head for the kitchen.

"Wait." George suddenly called out to her again.

Jessie stopped and turned her head, "What’s wrong, Mr. Joe?"

George looked at her and said, "Give me your papers."

Jessie froze, then asked, "What do you need this for?"

He wouldn't want to have her papers impounded, would he?

To stop her sneaking off later.

When George looked at Jessie's expression, he knew what she was thinking, and said, "You're thinking

nonsense again."

Jessie spat out her tongue in self-consciousness and didn't say anything.

She could not help it.

She had just said that he had given her so much psychological weight that she couldn't help but think

about it more whenever he made the slightest request or condition of her.

"Change this problem of yours." George frowned, "If you go on like this, you'll be mentally strained and

sooner or later become a nervous wreck."

Jessie's head was buried even lower.

She knew that messing with her brain like that could easily make herself sick.

But she couldn't help it.

But it was okay, he would just take his time to correct her afterwards.

"I want your papers for your hospitalization." George pursed his lips and said.

Jessie's eyes widened, "What?"

"Yeah." George lifted his chin, unconcerned.

George waved his hand, "No need, Mr. Joe, I can just do it myself, didn't I just promise that I would be

hospitalized, so I can just go by myself later."

"Who knows if you'll forget again." George pushed his glasses, impatient, "All right, hurry up and give

me your papers, I'll handle it directly for you."

When he finished, he held out his hands.

Seeing that, Jessie had no choice but took out her papers from her bag and handed them to him.

When George saw how obedient she was, he was satisfied and withdrew his hand, "You can go now."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Joe." Jessie gave him a slight bow before walking quickly towards the kitchen.

George was the only one left in the ward, and he looked down at the documents in his hands, his eyes

obscure.

The photo on the document, taken when Jessie was at university, was instantly recognizable to him.

Because he had seen it, the way she looked in college.

And she'd always been a lazy person and didn't like to take photos like other girls did.

So over the years, she had used almost all of the ID photos she took in college, saying that she was

too lazy to change them.