Hey, My Twins Babies

Chapter 256 Stay with Her

Winnie knew that now she needed company the most and someone to love her. She hoped that this

person was Brian, but she needed sincere care, not company without any feelings.

"Go back. The nurse can take care of me."

Winnie said again.

"You are sick, how can I eat? I will eat with you."

Brian knew that he was imperceptibly giving Winnie pressure and that leaving now was good to forget

each other.

But he really was worried about Winnie, and did not want her to face the pain alone.

"I..."

Winnie continued to drive Brian away, but at this moment the pain hit again. She clenched her teeth

and swallowed back her words.

"It hurts again, doesn't it?

Brian took Winnie's hand, and from the strength of Winnie's hand, he knew that she was in great pain.

Brian put his other hand on Winnie's right abdomen and began to rub it.

"You will be fine."

Brian's voice was so low and soft that he couldn't hide his worry.

If he could, he would bear the torture Winnie suffered.

Winnie did endure.

The feeling was indescribable. She felt like she was going to die. But she did not want to be seen by

Brian.

His gentle words instantly made Winnie's heart hurt. It felt like that he was genuinely concerned about

her, yet she told herself that she could not be deceived and could not believe a word he said.

"I'm fine. I can bear it."

Winnie told Brian and encouraged herself.

No one cared about her. No matter what happened, even if she immediately closed her eyes and left

the world, she would suffer it alone.

At the moment, Brian was beside her, but she thought she was lonely and helpless.

"Winwin, if it hurts, cry out, and it will relieve."

Brian was so worried and could not see that Winnie endured it.

"Cry..."

Winnie wanted to say she would not cry, but as she uttered a word, she couldn't help crying out.

Brian's words had magic, why did it make her tears pour down, why did it make her strong heart

collapse?

Last moment, she told herself to be strong, but in this moment she broke down. ‘Winnie, you are so

weak.’

Brian wanted Winnie to cry and felt she would be better, but as the moment she cried out, he felt his

heart hurtful, but he did not know what to do.

He could only bend over and hold Winnie in his arms.

"It's all right. You will be fine in a minute."

Brian could only gently appease her.

Winnie did not speak but had been in tears, but she heard clearly Brian's comfort.

At this moment, she was not touched, but hated Brian even more, hated him for always swaying her

heart.

Winnie cried for a while, and the pain finally passed.

She first pulled her hand out of Brian's and then pushed him away.

"It's all right, it doesn't hurt now."

"You sweat a lot. I'll give you some water."

Looking at Winnie's improved face, Brian felt relieved.

"I'm not thirsty. Give me your phone. Mine is at Daenerys’."

Winnie got her sense back after the pain. There was something she must arrange.

Brian gave the phone to Winnie.

Winnie took the phone and called Daenerys.

"Daenerys, please call my aunt and tell her I'll stay at your home tonight. Don't tell my aunts about my

illness. Or they'll get worried.”

"Well, I'll call her now. Are you getting better?"

Daenerys’ voice was urgent but soft.

"Much better. Don't worry."

Winnie hung up the phone, gave the mobile phone back to Brian, but inadvertently she saw Brian's lock

screen was a picture of her and her children.

She wanted to ask Brian to replace it with one that was of only children. But she didn't and pretended

she did not see that.

"You go back, too. I'm all right. I'm sorry to always trouble you."

Winnie said feebly.

"Leave me alone. Just pretend I am not here. I'm not going back."

For Winnie's insistence, as well as her sorry, Brian did not have the patience to listen to. They should

not be so polite to each other. Even if they were ordinary friends, he would not leave a patient alone.

Winnie could not convince Brian, so she could only keep silent.

Winnie fell asleep after a short time, perhaps because she was tired, or because of the medicine.

However, Winnie still frowned from time to time in her sleep. Maybe the pain was always with her, but it

was less severe than before.

Brian had been there with Winnie, sitting beside the bed, holding her hand.

He could not leave this woman, but he could stay with her.

He felt guilty for her, but he could not compensate her.

He could not come forward to help when she needed favor, he could not show too much care when she

was ill, and finally he turned her into the world's most pitiful woman.

Winnie woke up by pain. Although not as severe as the initial pain, it always tortured her intermittently.

Looking at the dark sky outside the ward, looking at the familiar man lying next to the bed, Winnie felt

bitter in heart.

She wanted to reach out and stroke this man's thick black hair, but she found her hand in his.

Feeling the warmth of his big hand, Winnie felt that it was enough and it was her happiness.

Whatever their former relationship had been, she had had him, and it was enough to have two children

with his blood.

Winnie adjusted her mood and slowly pulled back her hand. Even if she knew that it would wake Brian

up, she had to stop such a scene.

"Are you awake?”

Brian suddenly woke up and asked with concern.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No. What time is it?"

Winnie replied, shaking her head. The voice did rise a little.

"Good."

Said Brian, checking the time.

"It's one o’clock in the morning."

"It's so late. You'd better go home. I'm fine now and I'm going home in the morning."

Winnie did not expect that it was so late and that Brian would stay with her for such a long time.

"Kevin said your pain will last for two days. Don't go home, or your aunt and the children will be

worried."

Brian did not want to leave and he did not feel relieved that Winnie was alone in the hospital.

"It is not that painful, I can endure it. Go back and you need to work tomorrow......."

Winnie said, but was interrupted by Brian.

"Winwin, since we are friends, it is normal for me to be here with you, unless you do not regard me as a

friend."

With a cold face, Brian said. He did not want Winnie to drive him away.

"I..."

Winnie did not know what to say.

She would say so if he was Leo or Oscar she will say so. But Brian's words made her unable to refute.

If she continued to drive him away, it meant that she cared about his existence.

"Ok."

"Have you had your supper?"

Winnie could not drive him away again even if she did not want to see him.

"No."

"I'm hungry, let’s get something to eat."

Winnie was not hungry. Her stomach was uncomfortable and she could not eat. But she did not want

Brian to be hungry because of her.

Brian looked down at the time. There were not many restaurants open at this time, and there were

almost no restaurants suitable for Winnie.

Brian thought for a moment and directly picked up Winnie, making Winnie at a loss.

"What are you doing?”

"Take you to dinner."

Brian answered and strode out.

"Where are we going to? We can call takeout."

Winnie was stunned and did not expect that.

"......"

Brian did not answer Winnie, but went directly to the parking lot to find his car and put Winnie in the

passenger seat.

Brian was very considerate. He brought a blanket to cover Winnie and adjusted the seat to a more This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

comfortable position.

Brian got into the car and fastened the seat belt and helped Winnie fasten the seat belt.

"Where are we going? Let's go back to the ward."

Winnie still could not guess Brian's mind.

"Take some sleep. There's no dinner in the ward."

Brian said deeply, that kind of mystery made Winnie more nervous.

She knew that she could only quietly follow him.

Winnie tried to get a sense of where Brian was going by looking at the route, but she fell asleep again

shortly after the car drove out.

Then she was woken up by Brian. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked at the familiar

environment before she knew that it was Brian's mountaintop villa, and she was lying on the sofa in the

living room.

"Get up. I've made you porridge. Eat before you have it."

“You made it?”

Winnie was surprised that the dinner Brian said was cooked by himself.

"Yes, I am good in cooking porridge."

Brian seemed to be proud of himself.

He lifted the blanket over Winnie and reached out to help her.

"I'll do it myself. I'm not that delicate."

Winnie got up and followed Brian to the table and sat down.

"Thank you."

Looking at the steaming millet porridge, Winnie was moved, but she could not show it.

"Don't talk to me like that. It's so strange between friends."