Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

Bowen Carter opened his eyes, obviously pale and weak looking on his handsome face, but the bottom of his eyes were still biting and oppressive.

“Sir, you are thirty-nine degrees, and the wounds on your body have not been treated, it is better to go to the hospital.” Aunt Zhang subconsciously took a few steps back before she felt less of that oppressive feeling.

Bowen Carter pressed his aching brow, his arms limp and weak, “No go.”

“Are you doing this to soften Tess’s heart?” Without waiting for him to answer, Aunt Zhang then replied, “It’s no use, I’ve already told Tess about your fever and she didn’t come over.”

Bowen Carter frowned and propped himself up on the bed, sitting up, his deep eyes harboring a pain he couldn’t share.

“Sir, you’d better go to the hospital.” Aunt Zhang was afraid that he would still refuse, and spoke a little faster, “Tess won’t forgive you for a while, and I’ll say this in a bad way, if something bad happens to you, how can you ask for Tess’s forgiveness for the rest of your life?”

The last sentence poked Bowen Carter right in the heart, and he sat stunned for a moment, nodding his head.

…

In the dining room.

“Sir, be careful.”

“You walk slowly, I’ll hold you up!”

Aunt Zhang’s worried voice reached her ears, and Tess Baker’s eating motion paused for a moment, her eyes drifting uncontrollably toward the door.

Can’t see a thing.

“Mommy, are you worried about Jagged Daddy?” The little guy was already eating absentmindedly, but at this moment, he also put down his chopsticks and looked at the door just like her.

Tess Baker didn’t even consider it for half a second, speaking faster than usual, “No. Dinner.”

How could she be worried about him?

“Oh–” the little fellow gave a long, oh-so, and resumed picking at his bowl of food, only glancing up at Tess Baker now and then, rather fidgety.

“Sir!”

“Well, you didn’t hit anything? Let me help you up!”

Aunt Zhang’s tense, unsettled voice and the thud of something heavy falling to the ground came at the same time, and Tess Baker involuntarily tried to get up, but no sooner had her butt left the chair than she frowned and sat back down.

He didn’t even move when she got down on her knees and begged Bowen Carter to believe her… what’s so sympathetic about him just falling?

The little guy snapped his bowl of rice onto the table, frowning tightly with a small frown, looking straight at the doorway, his eyes tangled.

“If you care about your daddy, go with him to the hospital.” Knowing her son as a mother, Tess Baker had already seen her son’s heart and was just a little bit uncomfortable.

Mike has only been with Bowen Carter for about 6 months and he’s already like this, by the time she’s able to leave Bowen Carter will Mike no longer want to leave THE Carter family?

The little one looked at her guiltily and called out for Mommy.

“That’s okay.” Tess Baker forced a smile, “He’s your daddy and he’s always been good to you, it’s normal for you to worry about him.”

It’s just that she gets jealous and upset.

“… I’ll be back with Mommy as soon as Jag Daddy gets his fluids.” The little guy tussled and tussled and finally kissed her on the cheek and da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ran out the door.

Tess Baker struggled to hold the corners of her mouth from curling until his small figure disappeared into the doorway, then afterward hesitantly walked to the doorway and peeked out in a well-disguised manner.

Aunt Zhang had helped Bowen Carter to the door, their backs to her, and she saw that his otherwise white-as-snow shirt looked shockingly stained with bloody thorns.

She licked her dry lips and subconsciously touched her back.

If he hadn’t been in the way, wouldn’t it have been her who was hurt like this?

As if sensing her gaze, Bowen Carter turned his head, and she immediately shrank back, her body pressed against the wall, her heart thumping violently.

…

Bowen Carter always felt like there was a gaze on him, he turned around but didn’t see the person he wanted to see, the hopefulness within his dark eyes disappeared instantly and all that was left was bitterness.

How could Tess Baker possibly care about his injuries when she hates him so much?

“What’s wrong?” Aunt Zhang asked.

Bowen Carter says it’s okay, and looks worried as he looks tired and stumbles a bit when he walks, whether due to illness or something else.

The little one came over with a worried face and moved very quickly to hold him up, not forgetting to grunt, “I don’t care about you, don’t flatter yourself!”

“Uh-huh.” Halfway through the morning, Bowen Carter stroked the furry little head, and he was about to ask ‘Is your mommy coming?’ , but the five short words swam around in his mouth a few times before he finally swallowed.

If she was really worried about him, she’d be here with Mike right now.

Aunt Zhang swept her eyes at the father and son, who were carved out of the same mold, and shook her head. Don’t look at Mr. all day long with a stern face, while the young master smiled and laughed, in fact, the two people were still the same in some places, such as the mouth is not the same as the heart.

…

Aunt Zhang called another bodyguard and the four of them drove to the hospital.

Bowen Carter hadn’t taken his clothes off since he was beaten last night, and at this point the blood and flesh were sticking to his white shirt, and it looked shocking as the doctors tended to the wounds.

“Do you … you hurt?” The little guy moved over, his eyes red.

The doctor sterilized Bowen Carter with alcohol, he was in so much pain that the blood drained from his handsome face, but for fear of his little one’s worry, he pulled at the corners of his mouth, “It doesn’t hurt, don’t you worry.”

“I’m not worried about you!” The little guy glared back at him, but couldn’t help but ask, “You really don’t hurt, do you?”

It looks like it hurts so much.

Bowen Carter shook his head as the doctor, not knowing what was going on, poked him so hard that he clenched the flesh of the inside of his lower lip, beans of sweat pouring down his forehead.

But even so, he had no regrets about standing in Tess Baker’s way, except for a phrase that kept coming back to his mind: the pain of a woman giving birth is the equivalent of twelve ribs breaking at the same time, and he hadn’t been there for Tess Baker the two times she gave birth to him …

“I’m sorry, Master Carter!” the doctor gulped, his face going white.

Bowen Carter, however, ignored him and asked the little one hesitantly, “Is your mommy … coming later?”

As he spoke, a small hopefulness hid in the bottom of his eyes.

“Mommy won’t come to see a scum like you, humph!” The little guy wrapped his arms around his chest and looked at him with great contempt.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Bowen Carter had guessed the answer, but when he actually heard him say it, there was still no hiding the gloom on his handsome face.

Aunt Zhang comforted, “Sir don’t think too much, you treat Tess well, she …” The words ‘will surely forgive you’ were already on her lips, but she thought of Tess Baker’s indifference, and changed her mouth, “should forgive you.”

Seeing that Bowen Carter didn’t blame himself, the doctor took the alcohol pads and continued to treat his wounds with trepidation.

The images looked too gory for the little guy’s scalp, and he scowled and ran out of the hospital room.

He ended up running so fast that he bumped into someone, “Sorry …”

“It’s okay.” The other man’s voice was warm and nice.

The little guy looked up, surprised the moment he saw the other, “Uncle Gate?”