Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved novel Chapter 172

Robin's POV: 

It was the first time I voiced my feelings to Skylar, but she rejected me immediately.

In the beginning, I got close to Skylar because she intrigued me.

I had never met such a powerful woman before.

When I got to know her more, I gradually found myself attracted to her kindness and toughness.

Now that I knew I was in love with her, I wanted to take care of her.

But she refused to accept my love.

"Skylar, I think we can still try being together.If you find that you still can't love me after a while, I'll let you go."

Raising my head, I looked at Skylar and waited for her answer.

However, I saw that all the color drained from her face and she was clutching her belly, as though she was in excruciating pain.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"My stomach..."

Skylar was in too much pain to complete the sentence.

Sweat broke out on her forehead.

I knew instantly that something was severely wrong, so I hurried to grab my phone with trembling hands.

"Hello, doctor? There's a woman here, she needs medical attention right now.Please send an ambulance here as soon as possible.Please!"

Just then, my eyes landed on the unfinished cup of coffee on the table.

‘Is it because of the coffee?’ 

"Skylar, try to puke out the coffee you just drank!"

I ran to her side and urged her to vomit.

Finally, she started to gag and spit out the coffee she had just drunk, but she still looked very weak.

We couldn't wait a second longer.

I scooped her up into my arms and rushed to my car.

Frantic, I ran red lights all the way until we reached a hospital.

"This patient needs help!" I cried urgently.

"Let me see her."

Several nurses came to help me and we wheeled Skylar to the emergency room together.

I paced outside anxiously.

After what seemed like an eternity passed, the door to the emergency room finally slid open.

"Doctor, how is she?" I asked.

"How did you take care of your wife? The patient is pregnant, but you still weren't careful.She was poisoned.Fortunately, she vomited in time, or both she and the baby might've died." The doctor looked at me with reproachful look.

"Thank you for saving her, doctor," I said gratefully, although my emotions were quite complicated in that moment.

Skylar was pregnant.

Did this mean that we would never have the chance to be together? I opened the door and saw Skylar lying on the sickbed, unconscious.

My heart ached so much that I could barely breathe.

I was so sure that I loved her.I couldn't give up on her.

Wanting to do anything in my power to help her, I brought over a basin of warm water and wiped the sweat on Skylar's forehead.

At two o'clock in the morning, Skylar's eyelashes finally started fluttering.

"Where am I?" she asked weakly.

"We're in the hospital.You were poisoned, and… you're pregnant," I told Skylar with difficulty.

Skylar had the right to know.

"What? I'm pregnant? How's the baby?" Skylar reached out to touch her belly.

"Don't worry.The baby is safe," I told her in a hurry.

"Thanks for saving me, Robin."

Tears welled up in Skylar's eyes.

It sounded like Skylar cared about the baby very deeply.

The child's father must be the man she was so in love with.

How could I have a chance with her now? Would Skylar want to go back to her love because of this baby? 

Skylar's POV: 

When I heard that I was pregnant, I was pleasantly surprised.

"Don't worry about that now.Just focus on getting better.I'll go back and investigate Linda myself."

"Thank you," I said gratefully.

But now I owed him yet another favor.

"Skylar, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Is this baby's father the one you love?"

"Yes."

Seeing the expression on Robin's face, I thought for a while and added, "So I really can't accept your love.Robin, you deserve someone better than me."

"Don't overthink it.I'd be more than happy to take care of you and the baby."

"Thank you."

"I'll let you rest now.I need to go home and confront Linda.I'm worried she'll make a run for it."

"Okay.Thank you."

With Robin gone, I was left alone in the ward with my thoughts.

Jerome instantly came to mind.

Anyway, he was the father of the baby.

Was I supposed to tell him? I took out my phone and started typing.

"Jerome, I'm pregnant and it's your child."

After thinking about it for a while, I quickly erased the message and threw my phone on the bed.

No, I couldn't talk to him.

If Jerome found out that I was pregnant with his child, our relationship would grow even more complicated.

With a sigh, I retrieved my phone and tapped on the gallery to scroll through old photos.

Tears welled up in my eyes and blurred my vision when I saw Jerome's smiling face.

"Baby, should we tell Daddy about you?" I touched my belly gently, tears streaming down my cheeks.

At the thought of Jerome, my heart hurt.What should I do?