My husband, Doctor Adrian

Nathan Dawson's girlfriend

LULA'S POV

"What's going on, Nathan?" my many.

Nathan looks worried. That's a new thing. He never worried. Never once was. He was always confident. But not this time.

He remained silent as he glanced at me while leading me to the back exit of the hospital.

One hand held up his phone to his ear.

"Joe, where are you?" he sounds annoyed.

Is he upset with me?

Who were those guys? They look like journalists.

"I'll be at the back door of the hospital in a minute." Then he hung up the phone.

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A few minutes later, we were in Nathan's SUV. Joe drove. Nathan and I were sitting next to each other in the passenger seat.

Nathan didn't look at me. He even closed the small curtains on my window glass. I doubt people can look into this car considering the windshield is so dark. But I thought that it was better not to express my opinion.

My mind brought me back to my mom. He was innocent, but became seriously ill because of me. I also thought about the hospital bills, my physical condition being so easily tired lately.

"To the penthouse." Nathan told Joe all of a sudden.

"Good." Joe replied respectfully.

When Nathan looked at me at the end, he let out a rough sigh. "I'll tell you when we get there."

I nodded slowly, trying to understand Nathan's situation. I hope he's not upset with me.

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We arrived at a luxury penthouse. Joe kept taking the car to the top floor. Joe opened the door for me.

"Go home." Nathan told Joe.

Joe nodded respectfully.

"Good night, Mr. Nathan, Mr. Lula." then he left.

"Joe's coming home on what?" manya curious.

Nathan is now walking three steps ahead of me. I had to step up in order not to miss.

"own car. He's also parked on this floor." Nathan replied accordingly.

I nodded and nodded to my left and right. This penthouse is beautiful. I think there's only one penthouse on every floor of this building. Unlike the apartment on one floor there can be dozens or even dozens of residents.

Nathan was about to press a pin on a door.

He surprised me by pulling my shoulder closer to him.

"Remember this, just in case. 5571." He pressed his penthouse pin. I don't know what he told me, but I didn't say anything.

When we went inside, I didn't stop blinking my eyes. The penthouse is very large. The floor and walls are made of very beautiful marble. All lights use downlights (lights that enter the ceiling) are dim yellow. Everything here reflects wealth, the price of every thing must be very expensive.

Nathan took two glasses from the cupboard above his head, then took water from the refrigerator that also serves as a dispenser.

"So.. Why. those reporters.." I said carefully as soon as he let me sit in a high chair in front of the kitchen island. We're dealing now.

He put a glass of water in front of me, then finished his.

He breathed before answering. "You know, both my parents were public figures. I never once associated myself with them. But still, they always follow me. My parents are not doing well right now."

I nodded slowly, trying to understand Nathan's situation. I have never been familiar with famous people or celebrities and so on.

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Gosh darn.. So then.. What were they.. Trying to take our picture? What if.. everyone knows that I'm pregnant? What if my mom saw him and thought that this kid was Nathan's kid? What if Adrian sees it?

I was panicked.

"Do you think they've.." I played my fingers worriedly.

"Calm down. I don't think they managed to take your picture. That's why I hugged you." He took my hand, trying to calm me down.

I pulled my hand out of his grasp.

"Why did you do it?" my many.

Nathan looked at me question mark.

"Why are you hugging me?"

Nathan opened his mouth, about to answer, but he was at a loss for words.

"Will everyone know now that I'm pregnant?"

I'm really pissed at him right now.

"Lula.. I just wanted to cover your identity. It all happened so fast and I don't know what else to do." Nathan looked frustrated.

"You know, I don't want anyone to know that.." I slowly pulled my hair irritated.

"I knew. I'm sorry." he meant it.

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I woke up from my sleep, feeling very tired. My stomach is getting bigger and harder for me to sleep. Go left wrong, right wrong. I looked around, realizing that I wasn't in my room. I remember last night's incident. Nathan Penthouse. But as I recall. I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room? Nathan must have brought me here. I let out a breath. Nathan is a really good guy. I don't deserve to be mad at him for what happened last night. He also did not want all this to happen.

I have to apologize to him.

Last night, we haven't really made up. I think I fell asleep while we were talking.

I got up from the bed and walked towards the living room.

A middle-aged woman was behind me. He seemed glued to the television. That's when I heard it..

"Nathan Dawson, a successful businessman and the son of a famous artist couple, is waiting for the birth of his baby. Her lover, who is currently still a mystery looks to be pregnant. The question is. When was their marriage held? Are they married? Or.."

"Oh my God!" The middle-aged woman who was watching television turned off the television when she saw me.

I don't care about this woman. My brain kept repeating the words of the host.

"Miss.. Sorry, I didn't mean.. I was just looking through the television channel and.." The middle-aged woman didn't stop talking. I knew from his very polite style of speech that he must be the steward of this penthouse. But I'm not flinching. I cannot forget the words of the host.

I'm pregnant.

I am Nathan Dawson's successful and famous lover.

Me, not married.

And the fact that the whole world knows it now.

At the same time, someone entered the penthouse. Nathan. He was wearing full-length sports clothes, it seemed like he had just finished his morning run.

"What's wrong?" The sensitive Nathan immediately knew something was wrong.

He took the remote and turned on the television.

They are still discussing the same thing.

Nathan was wide-eyed, he looked shocked. But a second later, when he turned to face me, he tried to dispel his shock.

"All will be well."