My Fiance Chose His Manipulative Ex, I Chose My Protective Husband

Not only did she raise a gigolo, she also found a loyal assistant.

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"I'll never allow others to covet my bed."

The next second, she ruffled her hair, poured the remaining fish soup on her head and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Oh, help, don't hit my baby!"

I froze in place.

Before I could open my mouth, a strong force pushed me down from behind, causing my forehead to hit the bedside table with a bang and blood flowed down my forehead into my eyes.

Matteo's eyes were filled with rage.

"Jeanette, you dare to harm my son! I won't spare you!" he said as he picked her up from the ground.

"Lenoir, how are you? Where are you uncomfortable? I'll take you to the doctor right away."

He rushed out the door and his anxious voice echoed in the corridor.

"Doctor, come quickly, someone has fainted!"

I sat on the ground, half of my face was red and swollen and blood flowed into my neck through my tears.

When I watched drops of blood fall onto my arm, I laughed at myself once again.

Well, you're so stupid and pathetic, Jeanette.

Just as I struggled to stand up and prepared to leave, the door slammed open with a loud bang and Matteo anxiously pulled me over.

"Come with me quickly! Lenoir is anemic. You happen to have the same blood type as her. Give her a transfusion right away!"

Without giving me a chance to refute, he grabbed my hand and ran to the Intensive Care Unit or ICU room.

He then pressed me onto a chair as soon as we arrived at the ICU.

"Doctor, give the patient a blood transfusion immediately! She has the same blood type as the patient, so go ahead and draw her blood as much as you need!"

I struggled and questioned, "Matteo, with so much blood in the hospital, why are you using mine? How do you know that my blood type matches hers?"

He replied impatiently, "Of course I asked someone to do some tests. In case Lenoir needs blood for her labor, I have to prepare it in advance."

He quickly took out the laboratory test report.

"Doctor, look, we just ran the test a few days ago and it's more than 90 percent a match."

I looked at the man in astonishment as well as anger. He actually treated me as a backup blood bank of his first love. How much did he not care about me?

I raised my hand to hit him, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Jeanette, stop messing around! As long as you obediently give your blood for Lenoir, I'll forget about you hitting her today and we will continue to hold our wedding tomorrow."

He held my hand and said in a cold tone, "If you insist on messing around, I'll call your parents and ask them to come to the hospital and see what kind of shrewish behavior you have done. Let them go to the wedding tomorrow by themselves."

Looking into his cold eyes, I suddenly smiled.

God was afraid that I would be soft-hearted, so God gave me another lesson.

I opened Matteo's hand expressionlessly.

"Well, just draw as much as you want."

He instantly held me in his arms with a bright and joyful expression.

"Jeanette, I knew you would. You love me so much that you will definitely listen to me."

Tears slowly flowed down my face and bright red blood slowly flowed out of the syringe.

After getting three large bags, he still urged.

"Doctor, shouldn't we draw another bag? The pregnant woman's condition is unstable, so we should prepare in advance."

The doctor frowned and advised.

"Mr. Owen, even if you care deeply about the pregnant woman, you can't ignore this lady's health. 2000cc is already the limit."

Only then did Matteo nod in embarrassment.

The moment the syringe was pulled out, he took the plasma and rushed out, leaving only one sentence.

"You go home and get some rest first. I will be there on time for the wedding tomorrow."