365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 161: Drew Blood from the Collision

"Aren’t you coming over?"

It wasn’t until the man’s cold, deep voice sounded that Zinnia Lawrence was sure.

Does this count as yielding?

Zinnia thought, her previous annoyance and discomfort vanished shamefully halfway.

Her heart felt bittersweet and a little uplifted.

She walked over, reached to take the cigarette from Jenson’s fingers, and said.

"Third Brother, this is a no-smoking area in the hospital. Also, smoking is bad for your injuries!"

But Jenson raised his hand, "Pregnant women should also avoid smoke!"

"And yet you smoke!" Zinnia huffed lightly.

Jenson broke the cigarette and crushed it in his palm.

The man took a few steps to the trash can and threw the cigarette butt in, his voice cold.

"It’s all because you irritated me!"

Zinnia walked in front of the man, hands behind her back, looking up at him, "Third Brother, were you just jealous?"

She held her breath, hope glinting in her eyes.

Jenson’s thin lips tugged slightly, "Yes!"

His admission was decisive and firm.

Zinnia’s heart felt as if it was illuminated by a brilliant light, incredibly bright.

She couldn’t suppress the upturn of her lips, her face slightly flushed and heart racing.

At that moment, Jenson suddenly pulled Zinnia into his arms, looking down at her.

"You are my wife, snuggling with other men, as your husband, shouldn’t I be jealous?"

His tone gradually turned icy, "Zinnia, this is the last time!"

So, it was only because she was his wife, not because of her as a person...

Zinnia hid her despondence, nodding slightly, but still explained.

"Third Brother, I accidentally fell asleep just now and thought the person beside me was you."

Jenson thought of the previous scene and still felt angry, he lifted Zinnia’s chin.

"Do you like him?"

Zinnia froze, then shook her head frantically in shock.

"Impossible! There’s nothing between me and Senior. I don’t like him. How could you think I like Senior?"

Jenson laughed coldly, "He yearned for you back then and dared to propose to the Forrest Family. These past two years, ignoring his own standing as the heir of the Hawthorne Family, he moved to work as a doctor at the Forrest’s private hospital, scheming to get close to you.

You two even kissed in the car before, you hid your pregnancy from me, bent on divorce, even planning to go abroad with Alaric. Just now, you even fell into his arms, given all this, what do you expect me to think, hmm?"

Jenson’s fingers gripping Zinnia’s chin increased in strength, pulling her slim neck into a nearly breaking curve.

She stupidly looked at the man before her, experiencing a storm of emotions, subconsciously feeling that his assumptions made some sense.

Feeling guilty, she said, "When did I kiss Senior?"

"Do I need to remind you? Huh, in the car downstairs at Yara Vance’s apartment."

Jenson sneered, he had seen it from the shadows that night.

Alaric leaned in, kissing Zinnia who sat obediently in the front passenger seat, not pushing him away.

It was just a brief kiss, but at that moment, he nearly burned with jealousy!

He even had the urge to kill Alaric Hawthorne!

Back then, he hadn’t had the chance to truly kiss her, yet Alaric dared?

Zinnia thought back and realized there seemed to have been such an incident; later Jenson had trapped her in the dark hallway, she’d even slapped him.

At the time she thought he was cheating with Crystal Sutton during their marriage, determined to divorce, she didn’t bother to explain due to his verbal humiliation.

At this moment, Zinnia found it laughable, "I didn’t, that day my shirt hem got caught in the seatbelt slot by accident, Senior was helping me unbuckle it!"

Hearing Zinnia’s explanation, the chill and gloom in Jenson’s eyes gradually faded.

Yet he maintained his stern appearance, suddenly tightening his arms.

"Mrs. Forrest, from now on, other than me, you can’t like anyone else!"

He could let go of who she loved in the past, not mind it anymore.

But now she carried his child, choosing to stay by his side.

He wouldn’t allow her to have any other thoughts!

Zinnia thought his words seemed odd.

She loved him so much, filled with thoughts of only him.

Her heart was so small, entirely occupied by him, how could she love someone else?

Of course, there was no one else but him.

Yet before she could ponder further, the pain from the injury on her lower back was triggered by his sudden force.

"Ah..."

Zinnia showed a pained expression, letting out a light moan.

"What’s wrong?" Jenson’s expression changed.

Zinnia held her lower back, "Just now I accidentally hit it against the table corner in the ward."

Jenson’s face changed abruptly, asking urgently.

"You hit it? Does it hurt a lot? Is there anywhere else uncomfortable? Why didn’t you tell me just now?"

The man bent down to pick Zinnia up, striding quickly toward the elevator.

Zinnia was startled by him, hurriedly speaking.

"Put me down quickly! You’re still injured, I don’t need you doing this, it’s just the spot I hit hurts a bit, it’s not my stomach, I’m really okay!"

But as for him, his wound was at his waist and abdomen.

Putting in effort like this, it would be strange if the wound didn’t tear.

Returning to the ward, Jenson’s wound really wasn’t doing well, blood seeping through the bandage.

As the bandage was undone, Zinnia finally saw the length of the knife wound, even after stitching it was a bloody mess, so long, who knew how much blood was lost.

Her eyes instantly welled up, her heart aching immensely.

"President Forrest, your blood type is rare, you refuse to use the hospital’s reserve blood, intending to leave it for those in greater need, but you must be more careful yourself!"

The doctor finished tending the wound, removed the gloves, frowning sternly.

Zinnia nodded, looking at Jenson in blame, but the next second realized it was about them.

"Mrs. Forrest must cooperate, although the young couple is passionate, you must be restrained."

Zinnia didn’t react, nodded once, then realized it wasn’t right.

Strenuous activity?

Young and passionate? Restrain?

Recalling earlier when Timothy Cohen opened the ward door, catching her and Jenson kissing, seemed like it was this doctor, Zinnia’s face instantly blushed, shaking her head continuously, but the doctor no longer looked at her.

Zinnia looked to Jenson for help, but the man appeared calm and even nodded to the doctor.

"Understood."

When the doctor left, Zinnia angrily glared at him.

"You’re not allowed to come near me until you’re discharged!"

Jenson, seeing her face red enough to drip blood, his thin lips slightly curved.

"That’s not an option, come here and let me see your lower back."

Zinnia didn’t move, "It’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt anymore..."

Her avoidance made Jenson amused; what did she think he was, a big lecher or something?

He acted as if to get out of bed to catch her, Zinnia hurriedly stepped forward, "Don’t move."

Jenson pulled her to sit by the bed, turning her back to him, lifting her shirt slightly.

As expected, her right lower back was bruised, Jenson frowned.

"Why is it so severe, I’ll go get some ointment."

Zinnia hurriedly stopped him, "No need, I’m used to getting bumps and bruises from dancing all day, ointments tend to have blood circulation effect, it’s not good while I’m carrying Coco, don’t trouble yourself, in a couple of days it..."

Before Zinnia finished speaking, she felt a warm, soft touch on the bruised area of her waist.

It was Jenson’s kiss, gently and tenderly landed on her wound, realizing this, a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body along her spine.

The blush she’d just managed to calm down reignited on her cheeks.

The atmosphere turned ambiguous, but just then.

Like a curse, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

"Third Brother, I heard you were injured as soon as I came back, I came to see you..."

With the voice at the door, Zinnia turned pale in shock, quickly grabbing her clothes to stand up.

But she stood up too abruptly, inadvertently bumping Jenson’s prominent nose hard.

"Hiss!" The man groaned softly.

Zinnia turned back, seeing Jenson raising his hand to his nose, and underneath his straight nasal bridge, a streak of blood appeared.

He was actually bleeding from the bump.