Barton didn't think too much and gave me his cell phone. Then he went out.

Sean was actually waiting outside. I picked up his cell phone and wanted to gamble!

I thought for a long time and finally thought of a suitable person.

Ming.

The nurse was treating the wound for me. Although it hurt, my heart had been thinking about how to escape Sean's control!

I probably remembered Ming's phone number. I dared not to call him but text him.

First I sent, "Ming."

Soon I got a reply, "June, what's up?"

He called my name directly, which gave me a subtle feeling.

I continued, "I was kidnapped by Sean. I want to leave him. Can you help me?"

After sending this one, there was no response for a long time.

I took the cell phone and my palms were sweating. Maybe it was because I was distracted. I didn't feel very painful.

When the nurse bandaged me, Ming still didn't send me a message.

I was a little regretful. After all, Ming was Sean's uncle.

Now I thought even though Sean was not good to Ming, Ming had never complained about Sean.

Barton came in and asked me, "have you finished?"

My heart quivered. "Yes!"

As I said it, I sent it to Ming, "don't reply." Then I quickly deleted all the messages and returned the phone to Barton.

"You are flustered. Are you texting your lover?" Barton looked at me and teased me.

I immediately got nervous and shook my head. "No."

Barton took the phone back and smiled, "I'm kidding. Don't take it seriously. I'm a man but I think Sean is a good man. You must know better than I do."

"Um..."

I replied.

Was he a good man?

Maybe he was. Unfortunately I had been through so much that I couldn't stand it.

When everything was done, I went out. Sean was waiting at the door.

His face was very bad. He was shaking when he stood up. Barton looked at him and frowned. "The side effects of this blocker are different for everyone. You two are in sharp contrast."

Sean looked at me standing there and smiled, "it's OK. As long as her side effects are small, I'm fine."

His words were like an invisible hand tightly gripping my heart.

I was so sad.

He made me cruel but I couldn't.

On the way back, Sean put his arm on my shoulder. He didn't seem to exert himself, but his arm was like a huge cage that I couldn't move.

We were speechless all the way.

In the evening, Sean and I took blockers together, and then I lay down early.

About an hour later, I heard Sean stumble in and enter the bathroom.

I heard him vomiting in the bathroom and hammering the floor.

It seemed that as time went on, the side effects of blockers became more and more serious in him.

I couldn't help but feel heartache.

I was even thinking about how to convince Sean that the woman in the video wasn't me. I really wouldn't get infected.

Half an hour later, I heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom.

He came out of the bathroom when I was about to fall asleep.

I could feel him holding me. His strong muscles were against my back. The fragrance of shampoo lingered around me.

When I was about to fall asleep, I heard him holding me and saying, "are you thinking all the time about how to escape from me?"

"Even if you don't answer, I know you think all the time."

"You don't really smile at me and obey me."

"Now I can't see you as you were. You are like a bird trapped in a cage. You dare not tell your master that you want to fly."

"Even so, I don't want to let you go. I have a feeling that if I give you freedom, you will never come back."

When I heard him, I gradually woke up and felt heartache.

But he was right. If I left, I would never come back.

The next week was as usual. Sean finally fell ill because of the side effects of the blocker and the stress of his work.

I was with him.

The hospital sent nutritional needles.

Although he was in a half coma, his hand was holding me all the time.

I wanted to leave but he kept holding on and wouldn't let go. He lost consciousness, but when I was about to leave, he suddenly said, "don't..."

His hands were stronger.

I hesitated and sat back.

Sean had lost a lot of weight because of the side effects of blockers in the past two weeks. His cheeks were sunken and his dark circles were very serious.

But I couldn't do anything.

I didn't care if he believed it.

I could sit all the time but I wanted to go to the bathroom. My hand moved, "Sean, I want to go to the bathroom. Let go."

His eyes were closed but his hands were tighter.

At this time, I even doubted that Sean was pretending to be comatose.

"Sean, I really need to go to the bathroom."

His hands were harder.

I wanted to hold on and I thought he would wake up later, but Sean didn't wake up an hour later.

I couldn't hold on. I thought for a moment and kissed Sean gently on the cheek, "honey, let me go to the bathroom."

With that, he let go a little. I took my hand back and found that it was red.

I spent the rest of the day with Sean.

He gradually regained consciousness in the evening.

He saw me by his side. His dull eyes suddenly became warm. His dry thin lips were smiling and he seemed to be very satisfied.

After a long time he said, "you're still here. Great."

My heart was a little sad and warm.

He seemed to really care about me now.

Or I could stay.

I could be with him all my life. After all, we would have another baby.

At that moment, I really thought so.

But all good things were beautiful but fragile bubbles.

On the third day after Sean recovered.

I took my medicine in the morning and went back to the bathroom in my room. But when I just spat it out, I felt cold.

I turned and saw Sean standing at the bathroom door.

He looked at me. There seemed to be a storm in his cold black eyes.