The next minute, Jason and I stayed silent. I confessed I was afraid of him.

I laughed at myself because when I was pregnant, I really became timid.

I lowered my head to say, "I gotta go if you have no words to say."

I was not sure how much Jason heard from Dr. Sun. But it didn't matter, even if Jason knew that, I must give birth to my baby.

"Why are you in the hospital?" Jason suddenly said.

"To see a doctor, of course." I answered, "As I said last time, I have a bad stomach."

Jason asked again, "Is that man really just a doctor?"

I was confused, looking up at him, "Huh?"

"A doctor will tell you so much? A doctor will take you to the elevator? A doctor will send you the result home?"

I was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "It's not your business. He's a doctor and my friend. He cares about me as a friend. What's the problem?"

"What about me? We are not friends? Why do you keep me away from you again and again?"

I didn't like this kind of aggrieved tone, it seemed that I hurt him.

So I held the railing to stand up, changing the topic, "What are you doing here?"

"I send someone to see a doctor. A supervisor of our branch office sprained his ankle on the construction site. I sent him here."

I glanced at Jason's shoes, which were stained with dust, "Well, just go to accompany your colleague, don't let him be alone."

"No problem, there are other colleagues." Jason said, "My car is downstairs, I will drive you back."

"No," I said without thinking. "I'll go back myself."

Jason blocked my way, there was determination in his eyes, "I drive you back."

I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want to argue with him here, so I had to say yes.

Jason drove me to my house, I opened the door and got off, so did he. I said thanks and then went upstairs, found that he also followed up. I stopped. "What are you doing?"

"I brought you all the way back, without inviting me up for a cup of tea?" Saying that, Jason had already passed me and ran upstairs.

I took a deep breath. There was still a lot of baby stuff in the guest room, even though the door was closed, I was still worried. It was an extremely risky decision.

But in the face of his domineering movement, I really did not know how to do, so I followed up, only hoping to find the opportunity to lock the door of my guest room.

"Which floor do you live on?" Jason turned to ask me.

"Third floor." I held my breath, trying to make myself go upstairs without anything unusual, and soon a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

After entering the house, I took a pair of slippers from the door closet to him, and then I went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I came out, Jason was sitting on the sofa with a feeding-bottle in his hands.

I bought this feeding-bottle on the Internet and planned to return it for some reasons, and I was a little lazy, so I had put it under the tea table for a long time. But unexpectedly, Jason saw that.

"You didn't give it away." Jason shook the feeding-bottle.

"Well, yes, I forgot." I was a little nervous to say.

"Forgot that?" Jason said with a smile, "Kevin, I remember your memory is not bad."

The special forces certainly had a good memory, but I still lied, "I just forgot, now I need not to carry out a task, so my memory is getting bad."

Then I turned and went into the kitchen. I didn't eat anything this morning in order to draw blood, and now I was very hungry. I had to fill my stomach first. When I opened the cupboard, I found a pot of tea in it, so I boiled some water, made a pot of tea and took it out.

Jason stood at the window of the living room, looking downstairs, the whole body was covered with a special kind of unique temperament, which could make a person feel invisible pressure.

When he heard the noise, he turned to look at me, and then went back to sit on the sofa.

"Can I smoke?" He took a cigarette case from his pocket.

"No." I poured him a cup of tea, "You can try this."

Jason stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket and picked up the cup, "You quit smoking?"

"Yes," I said, "I have a bad stomach."

Jason took a sip, and then he asked me, "Why don't you go to the police office any more?"

I was stunned, looking up at him, "You investigate me?"

"No," Jason said, "I just asked some police friends, and they said you asked for a long-term sick leave. Kevin, tell me the truth, what is the matter with your stomach?"

"Nothing serious." I said, standing up and putting away my tea pot and going to the kitchen.

Jason followed me into the kitchen, "Do you think I can't find out the truth?"

I turned abruptly. "Okay, just go. I'll see what you can find out."

Jason grabbed my chin and stared at me. "Do you really think I dare not?"

I shook off his hand and sneered, "You certainly dare, but after you get the truth, don't regret."

I had begun to give up. During the meeting with him several times, I felt more and more tired. If the truth could scare him away, I would became happy.

"What?" Jason's face was distorted, "I'll never regret it."

"Hum." I I took the teapot and teacups to the tap to clean. After a short while, I saw he was still sitting on the sofa, "Why aren't you leaving?"

He did not respond to me, but opened the refrigerator and started rummaging.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He selected two or three ingredients from the refrigerator and placed them on the chopping board, "I'm going to eat here and I'll cook it."

I frowned, "Don't you think it inconvenient?"

"No." Jason put on an apron, "You have never tasted my cooking, today I'll show you something."

I did not want to say anything. I just waved my hands at random, washed an apple to eat while watching TV in the living room.