A Wild and Hot Cutie

"No need to check, let me tell her."

Davis's cold voice comes from the door. He strides in, grabs Alisa's hand, and pulls her out.

"Davis, what the hell is going on? What else do you hide from me?" Alisa couldn't bear the tears, and she seems to be mad in her heart.

In fact, these days, she should have seen something from Davis's eyes and Nanny's ambivalence, but she is too immersed in the illusion of the baby and completely ignores these things. Davis is silent, with no expression on his dark face.

Alisa covers her face and shakes her head gently, "No, no, no, you have told me that the child is fine."

These days, he is like a walking dead...

Without Alisa, he wouldn't be able to stand this pain.

No man can lose his love one after another.

"Alisa, please cheer up." Davis growls.

Alisa wipes away her tears, looking at Davis nervously.

"I'm calm and sober now, I beg you, tell me the truth, okay? I'm not a kid now. I don't need you to comfort me with a lie. I know, my life may not last long, but I have the right to know the truth." Davis closes his eyes in pain, takes a deep breath, and whispers, "He is dead."

He died.

Like a thunder, the world of Alisa smashes into pieces.

Her expectations, her fantasies, her beliefs, all disappear in an instant.

She stares blankly at Davis. The expression on her face is painful and twitching. She shakes her head desperately, letting tears flow.

"No, it's impossible. You are lying. You told me clearly that he's okay, and you say I can see him when I recover. You lied to me."

Davis takes a step forward and takes Alisa in his arms.

"Yes, he is born prematurely. He is born prematurely. Not long after he died, just two days ago, I thinks he would survive it, but he is too fragile..." Davis's voice is hoarse. Alisa struggles and looks up."Two days ago? Where is he now?"

"Let me take a look at him, okay? Let me know what my son looks like, please, Davis.

Alisa growls in pain like a madman.

Davis just hugs her tightly, "No, forget him."

"Davis, let me see him, otherwise I won't leave here." Alisa is quite firm.

Davis is silent for a while, "No, he has been buried."

"Davis, you bastard, don't you give me one hope? Don't you know how to give me a picture? Do you know how long I have expects him. Davis, you asshole." Alisa is mad, punching desperately on Davis's chest with her hands.

Davis is left blankly letting her punch him, venting, motionless...

Such a scene makes all the people moved, and some people couldn't see it and weep on the spot.

Tired of this, Alisa collapses on the scene, Davis bends down, hugs her, and walks outside.

No matter what happens, he is her patron and he couldn't fall.

Alisa lying in bed sickly, staring dully at the ceiling.

Without her son, all her hopes are shattered. What's the point of her being alive?

She is not afraid of pain, not afraid of difficulties, and lives so humbly for the sake of her child.

As a result, God still mercilessly takes everything away.

"Miss Alisa, have dinner."

Nanny comes in with meals. After all, Alisa just gave birth to a baby. It's not good for her to stay hungry.

"I have no appetite..." Alisa retracts into the quilt and covers his face with a quilt.

"Alisa, you haven't eaten for two days, so eat some."

Nanny's tone is almost begging, but Alisa remains indifferent.

Davis stands at the door, watching all this coldly.

"Master, Miss Alisa hasn't eaten. What should I do?"

Nanny looks at Davis sadly, holding the rice that is about to be cooled down.

Davis takes the meal and walks in.

He reaches out and tears off the sheet covered in Alisa's face, holding her up.

"Want to see him?"

"What?" Alisa looks at him unbelievably.

"After you recover for a month, I will take you to see him, but you have to eat well. If you go on like this, I won't take you..." Davis says seriously.

"Okay, I eat..." Alisa chops the food indiscriminately.

With a last wish in her heart, she works hard to make herself eat more.

For a whole month, Alisa actually stubbornly survives. When she is the most painful and hardest, Davis has been by her side. Although his method is so tough, it is the most effective. Alisa's body is slowly recovering. It seems that after the birth of the child, the virus has not yet occurred.

However, Alisa is totally disregarded of this

She only thinks about the child, so long as she meets up to make her think about it.

There isn't much hair left on Alisa. It is sparse and Davis takes out a wig from the drawer.

"Puts on it, maybe you will like it."

Alisa is a bit disgusted, "No, maybe the hair is from a dead man."

Davis chuckles and says, "She is not dead."

"Really? You wouldn't lie to me again." Alisa never dare to take the hair set.

"Oh, silly girl, this is your own hair, which falls on the bed before. I collected it and makes a wig..."

Alisa opens her eyes wide and looks at Davis for a long time. For a long time, she reaches out and touches the soft hair.

Yes, it is her hair, Alisa's eyes are wet.

How can this man be so touching.

In front of the mirror, he puts on a hair cover for her, and looking at her in the mirror, she is still so beautiful. He is frustrated by something in his heart, and feels a little dull. "Davis, my left hand is not moving, and now my right hand is a bit sluggish. I think, if one day, I will be paralyzed, and you will definitely abandon me.

Davis leans down and kisses her forehead gently.

"In this life, I am destined to be captured by you. My soul has been taken away by you, and I can no longer love others."

Alisa's heart is filled with a happy feeling again, and the hurt feeling brought by the child is slowly healing.

"Well, don't be too sad. We are still young and we will have the opportunity to have children in the future." "Any chance?"

"Of course, I'm already trying to contact the American friends, and your antidote will be delivered here soon." Davis bows his head and kisses her.

"Well, Davis, take me to see the child."

Although Davis repeatedly wants to change the topic, Alisa has determined to see the child.

Finally, this sunny afternoon, Davis takes Alisa to the cemetery.

Alisa is troubled by a touch of sadness, and she is slightly better than when she was just discharged.

In a humble corner, there is a small grave head, no tombstones, no remains, not even a bunch of flowers.

Alisa stands there, thinking about the little life, buried in the dark mud, her heart twitches a while.

She flutters to the ground, her face touches the dirt, and feels the breath of the child...

Unfortunately, she doesn't feel anything.

Not long after Alisa lies down, Davis picks her up.

"Don't lie down, the ground is cold, let's go back."

"Let's set a tombstone for the child."

"I will do it later."

Davis half drags and lets Alisa leave the cemetery.

"Alisa, in your heart, is the position of the child more important than me?"

Alisa glances at him grievously, "It's meaningless to compare this..."

Davis's lips move slightly, trying to say something, but in the end he still doesn't say it.

The car quickly drives to the house. There is a truck parking at the gate. Some workers carry something, walks out of the villa, and throw them onto the truck. Alisa doesn't see clearly at first. When she sees clearly, she pushes the door and jumps out.

"Hey, who told you to take these things, I buys them..."

There are some toys, including a baby's cradle, a rattle, a toy car, and some small things. She bought them from the baby goods stores one by one.

The workers are stopped at the door by Alisa. Alisa is desperately robbing what are in their hands, and then take them to the house by herself. "Nanny, Nanny, come here..."

Nanny runs out, and when she sees this scene, she is startled again.

"Miss Alisa, are you...?"

"Whoever decides to take the baby's things..."

"It's..." Nanny doesn't dare to say a word, and looks at Davis with her eyes.

Davis walks over and waves his hand to signal that they are all leaving.

"I told them to move this out."

"Davis, are you crazy? It's all my son's..."

Davis looks at her tentatively for a long time before he slowly says, "You have to learn to forget him."