Christian's car sped away at speed high enough that he could only see Natasha for a few seconds.
"Jonas, stop. Stop the car!" Christian asks Jonas to stop.
"No!" Linda, who sat beside her son, immediately refused the son's wish.
"Mom, I have to…." Christian looks back. He and Natasha were far away. It seemed impossible to go back.
Christian's thoughts remain on Natasha. He didn't even know the girl's name. Why does Christian feel like he knows the woman? Even though they only met a few times. It's not even that intense.
Arriving at his father's residence, Christian immediately got out of the car. He rushed to his room. His mind was completely distracted by the girl he met at the hospital.
Jonas also got out of the car. He runs after Christian to his room. Although Christian has been declared cured by doctors, he must be monitored. Anything can happen.
"Chris!" Jonas is annoyed and scolds Christian, who just died in the car. "Your mother is worried about you. Why don't you ever calm down?"
Christian actually doesn't care about Jonas's annoyance. He looked confused. What's wrong with him? It hurt so much when I saw Natasha cry earlier.
"Jonas, look for the data of the woman we met at the hospital," Christian said.
Jonas sighed. And again about the woman. Christian had talked about her several times.
"I already told you that she has a husband. She is currently pregnant. You can't interfere with other people's relationships." Jonas had lost his temper.
Christian shakes his head. He didn't mean to bother her, but this feeling was torturous. His new heart always reacted to her presence. Even Christian were confused.
"I have to confirm something. I feel like there's something wrong with this." Christian touches his right chest.
Jonas approached Christian, who was sitting by the window. He noticed the bleach, who now didn't look like a pale man anymore. After the surgery was successful, his condition gradually improved. Now it's just a matter of controlling nutrition and slowly improving Christian's body condition.
"Is there any problem?" Jonas asked. "I saw you hold your right chest several times."
"My chest beats harder every time I see that woman. I don't know why. This is weird, Jonas," Christian replies.
Jonas does not give too much perception to Christian. He thought maybe Christian's new heart had to adjust to his body.
"It's just the effect of surgery. You don't even know who that woman is. Why do you think so much? Remember, you're a Christian Gibson. You don't know anyone. Especially that woman.
Christian looks at Jonas. What was said by his friend and the personal assistant was not wrong. Christian shouldn't think too much about women he doesn't know.
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Natasha had walked quite a while since the owner was kicked out of the apartment. She is now near a fairly busy shop. Now it is lunchtime. People come out of the office to have lunch together.
Natasha saw some company employees walk into one of the restaurants laughing. They looked like they had no burden at all. Natasha had feelings of envy for those people. They are beautiful and handsome. They have good jobs and happy lives.
"The world is cruel," Natasha muttered.
An old woman came out of the mini market. She accidentally saw a woman sitting languidly in front of her mini-market.
"Hey, Miss. Why are you sitting in front of my shop? You discourage other people from coming," the woman said.
Natasha turned. She stared blankly at the old woman. Her body was so tired from walking with a pregnant condition. But she didn't want to interfere with other people's business.
"I'm sorry," said Natasha.
She tried to get up. She also held her stomach to keep the womb.
The old woman realized that Natasha was pregnant. She, annoyed because Natasha was sitting in front of her shop, became pitied.
"Miss, are you pregnant?" she asked.
Natasha turned. The gaze remains flat and blank. "Yes, I'm pregnant," she answered quietly.
The old woman approached Natasha. She then took the girl's hand. From her appearance alone, the middle-aged woman knew Natasha was having a difficult time.
"Why is your face full of bitterness, Honey? What has made your pretty face so sad?" the woman asked.
A very simple question, but it really pierced Natasha's feelings. Since Phillips' death, no one has asked about her grief. They just wanted Natasha to get up. That's not wrong. Natasha, of course, had to get up, but she couldn't shake off her sadness in a flash. All this is not easy for her.
Natasha had tears in her eyes. She looked at the middle-aged woman. "I'm sorry," said Natasha.
"Oh, Dear. Don't say sorry." The woman wiped the tears from Natasha's face. "Follow me inside."
The woman put her arm around Natasha and led her into her shop. Natasha just remained silent as she followed the woman.
The middle-aged woman found a seat for Natasha inside the shop and asked the girl to sit down.
"Sit down, Dear," said the woman. "You can call me Marry. I own this shop." Marry was looking for food in her shop to give to Natasha.
Mary found some meat sandwiches and fetched some mineral water. She then handed it to Natasha.
"Thank you, Marry," said Natasha.
Marry took a plastic chair and sat in front of Natasha. She looked at the girl, who looked blank. "What happened to you? You were pregnant and left like this. Did you have a fight with your husband?" asked Marry.
Marry thought that Natasha was married because she was pregnant.
"I don't have a husband, Marry," said Natasha.
Instantly Merry was astonished. Ahe looked Natasha up and down. "Then how did you ..." Marry wondered about Natasha's pregnancy.
"I did it with my boyfriend," replied Natasha.
Marry sighed. She knows today's youth association is very vulgar and has no right to judge Natasha.
"So, how's your boyfriend? Does he know you're pregnant?"
Natasha actually cried because of the question from Marry. Mary also felt guilty for asking.
"I'm sorry, Honey. I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, you're not wrong. I'm just sad. My lover is dead. He doesn't know about this child," said Natasha.
Marry widened her eyes at Natasha's words. "Oh, my God."