Chapter 38 Shooting Yourself In The Foot

I could not help but freeze at that question. It seemed like Curtis heard some of it. “What do you mean?” I played dumb and answered with a guilty conscience. Seeing him approach me, I panicked and did not know what to do. I protected my belly and frowned. “Ugh, my stomach hurts!” I squatted down afterwards. Curtis paused and then came to my side. He pulled me up and uttered with a frown, “We’re going to the hospital!” I... ‘Did I just shoot myself in the foot?’ “No…” My immediate refusal caused Curtis’ eyes to narrow as he looked at me deeply. “Julia, you seem to be very unwilling to go to the hospital.” “That’s not…” I could not help but reveal a sad expression as I looked at him with reddened eyes. “I’m terrified of lying unconscious on the operating table!” Curtis’ body stiffened for a moment before he dragged me out of the bedroom. I thought that he was going to take me to the hospital, so I tugged at his sleeves and said with reddened eyes, “Curtis, I really don’t want