CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times

Chapter 17 I Need Your Help

Katherine’s stomach cramped so hard that woke her up in the middle of night.

She felt her stomach sick and wanted to vomit, feeling it burning.

That feeling sucked.

She got up, not fully awake yet and headed over to the bathroom.

And she covered her stomach and didn't even turn on the light.

Fumbling to the side of the sink, she poured out all

She thought what she spit out was gastric acid juice water. For the switch was right at her side, she finally found that the sink was full of blood after she turned on the bathroom light.

She closed her eyes, it's not like this hadn't happened before.

So it wasn't enough to make her panic.

She turned on the tap to rinse off the blood and then rinsed her mouth.

Then she bent down and climbed back to the bed.

Fumbling her phone out from next to her pillow, she checked the time, it was just one o’clock in the morning.

She laughed, for some reason.

If she died here in the middle of the night, no one would even know.

When feeling bad, people tend to be pessimistic.

She lay down for a while, waiting for the dawn, but it seemed to be more and more uncomfortable.

After less than ten minutes, the nausea returned.

She got up again and went to the bathroom.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of gastric mixed with blood, she decided to call for help.

She hurried back to bed in daze, thinking she had to call Peter, the only one she could ask for help.

Her stomach cramps worse, which made her in a cold sweat.

She shivered and turned the phone to the contact page.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully at the name list.

Once she found Peter's number, she dialed it right away.

The phone beeped, she put the phone down and covered her stomach and shrank to the side.

It felt like a while before she heard a voice on the phone.

On the other end of the line, “Hello?”

The voice was very husky.

Katherine took a deep breath, “Peter, I’m ...”

She didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence, and the feeling of wanting to vomit came over her again.

She adjusted herself, “... I’m not feeling well, can you come over?”

Her said with a weak tone as she struggled to keep the nausea down.

Then she heard, “Are you okay?”

Katherine’s entire body began to shaken up, the cold sweat covered her body.

She had no strength to say one more word, “Hurry up, please.”

After saying this, she couldn't care less about being uncomfortable and went straight off the bed all the way to the bathroom.

This time, she couldn't hold back at all and spit all out in a full mouth.

Naturally, it was all blood.

Katherine was a little blurry-eyed.

She had always had a bad stomach, and had Gastrorrhagia before.

The doctor told her to take care of it because stomach problem was very troublesome, especially patients with a medical history. She thought of her drinking too much more than ever these days.

She just wanted to find a way to let out the depressed feeling inside of her after divorced but actually couldn’t.

Just drank twice, and her body couldn’t handle this at all.

She put her hands on the sink and had a blackness in front of her eyes.

She didn't even know how she got from the bathroom to the bed.

She only knew that when she was lying on the bed, Peter’s voice inside the phone was loud, “Katherine, can you hear me?”

Katherine wanted to response that she had heard his loud voice but had no strength. Anyway, Peter booked the hotel for her and knew her room number. She felt she had nothing to worry about. So Katherine shrunk her body, closed her eyes, and sighed.

Marshall knew Katherine’s room number as well, because Peter had told him on the way to hotel from the beach.

He didn't bother to change his clothes and went straight to the front desk.

Katherine sounded not well, and later he called her again and got no response.

There was a staff on duty at the front desk, and the man didn't dare to waste any time, so he hurriedly took the room card and headed to Kathrine's room.

The door to the room was opened and Marshall could see both the bedside lamp in the bedroom and the bathroom light were on.

Katherine lay on the bed and shrank into a ball.Her hair was half wet and her face was covered in sweat.Marshall stepped forward instantly, “Katherine, Katherine?” Katherine had long been unconscious, face pale like hell.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.