Chapter 267 - Late Expression Of Love

Chapter 267: Late Expression Of Love

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
After the two designers left, the bedroom suddenly became quiet. Playing the whole day, Yuanyuan had fallen asleep in Ye Hao’s arms.
He held the baby downstairs to the nanny.
It was the first time that he, who was seldom with children, had taken care of a child for so long. Besides, it was today that he realized that playing with children was really nerve-racking.
He Xiyan collected all Yuanyuan’s toys in the room and put the well-folded clothes into the wardrobe.
Preferring cleanness and tidiness, she couldn’t tolerate any mess at home.
The cell phone rang at this time, which was the sound of messages coming in.
He Xiyan did not rush to check, but continued to tidy up the clothes in hands. Now in May, the temperature was about to break twenty degrees. Many spring clothes, such as sweaters and windbreakers, were not suitable to wear any more. She had to take out some summer clothes and let Menglin wash them tomorrow. In particular, she had bought a lot of new clothes for pregnant women, all of which needed to be washed, sterilized and sunbathed before they could be worn.
The cell phone rang again, several messages seeming to come in succession.
He Xiyan could only put down the clothes and close the wardrobe.
Coming near the sofa, she picked up the cell phone whose green light kept flashing.
At a glance, she knew that someone had sent her several messages.
However, when she clicked open the message and saw the phone number, her eyes narrowed into a line and her heart tightened at the same time.
As if seeing the thing she wanted least, she gently closed her eyes, then looked at the message after a long time.
—- Yanyan, thank you for coming to the hospital to see me.
—- I’m much better now. Don’t worry.
—- Also, I’m sorry. Although it’s too late, I still want to tell you.
—- I love you, really love you.
A few words, no more than a hundred words, were indeed what he wanted to say most in his heart, written by a man with tears. Besides these, he didn’t know what else to say.
There was too much he would like to say, which was only condensed to these few dozen words in the end.
As if fixed there, He Xiyan was stunned and stared at the screen for a long time until the screen turned dark. She then raised her head.
With a sigh, she walked to the window side, gently pushing open a window, letting the wind blow inside the room and onto her face.
Suddenly, she wiped her face with her hand, which should be a little wet.
Yes, she cried. Although she did not know what she cried for, she did anyway.
Maybe she was truly sad.
When Ye Hao came in, he saw his wife caught in a cold wind. Although it was getting warmer now, the temperature difference between day and night was still very large, a little cold at night especially.
He strode over and closed the window directly.
Then he pulled He Xiyan into his arms and put one hand around her waist.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, looking at his wet-eyed wife, somewhat worried.
He didn’t know why she cried. Should she feel wronged because of being asked to take off her clothes and measure her size?
Knowing that she was not in her right state, He Xiyan then quickly wiped her eyes. Though this was very inelegant, yet at this time, she could not care so much at all.
“Why are you crying?” Ye Hao raised her chin, letting her look at him.
He Xiyan simply shook her head and suddenly stretched out her hands, hugging Ye Hao tightly.