My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)
Chapter 156

He looked like he was sincere and not faking it, but no matter what, it didn't mean anything to me.

He brought me to the hospital. I heard him calling someone and telling that person to send me the best doctor available.

How nice it is for the wealthy, they can settle anything with just a phone call.

I was very weak right now, Lance was holding onto me by my waist. I could feel myself slipping into darkness.

"Get me gynaecologist!" I said to Lance.

Lance furrowed his brows and asked, "Aren't you having a fever?"

I'm a woman and I got fever out of

nowhere, so I kinda already knew what's wrong with me.

"Thanks to you, I think I have an inflammation and infection down there, that's why it triggered the body response and I got fever." I said, Lance's face turned ugly. "Your down there is painful?”

I wanted to ask him if he was actually kidding me? Who wouldn't hurt down there after getting pounded by a thick and long d*ck?

"Very, very painful, I have been trying to bear with it. Lance

Mason, you succeed in hurting me once again with your punishment, happy now? Every step I take nearly killed me." I saw the lok on his face, the hurt, the pain...... It didn't look like he was faking it. "Why didn't you tell me? I didn't want to force you, but you were acting to goddamn tough!"

He carried me bridal style into the gynaecologist office and made a phone call. In a mater of minutes, a middle aged woman came in.

She asked, "Who is Lance Mason?" Lance stood up and said, "I am."

The doctor was a bit burred and asked, "A man?"

Didn't she see me beside him? "My wife." Lance Mason said.

The doctor checked my body and asked, "Where are you feeling pain?"

I blushed and answered her awkwardly, "Um, my vagina, it's burning and sore."

The doctor looked at me then at Lance, she seemed to understood what happened.

"Follow me, I need to do a further check-up." When I stood up to follow her, Lance spoke.

"She needs to take off her pants? And check, like, down there?" Lance was pulling my hands, not letting me in. He looked like a jealous little boy.

The doctor was speechless. "If you don't let me check her up, how would I diagnose her?"

I shrugged his hands away and said, "Don't worry, he's crazy, I'll follow

you in."

No matter how Lance was unwilling to let anyone see my private part, I still had no choice. Thankfully, it was a female doctor that checked me up. If it was a male doctor, Lance would have started a fist fight.

I actually didn't want to see the gynaecologist. When I was still Lance's mistress, I was the regular client here.

Opening my legs widely for someone to

check, it was quite embarrassing to me.

The doctor checked and I saw her pursing her lips

into a thin line, she didn't seem happy. "Why is your labia so torn? Did you have intercourse before you recovered? I know the younger generation is more needy in this area, but please take care of yourself. A lot of women got uterine cancer due to reasons like this." I was quite scared.

"Is it serious?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, she must have thought that I'm a sex addict

"No sex for a month, and you need dripping to get rid of the inflammation. You also

need external medications. Your wounds are getting infection, do you think it's serious enough?" she asked, her tone unfriendly.

Lance rushed in once the doctor left. I was still on the bed, he wanted to carry me down but I spoke in an extremely unfriendly tone, "Can you not touch me? I'm already like this." "Sorry, I just wanted to carry you down." His voice was weak, he must heard what the doctor said just now.

I put on my pants properly and said, "I've heard too many sorry from you since I came back." I said.

His hands balled into fists. "I didn't want to treat you like this, but you just wouldn't stop provoking me. If you be nice to me, I wouldn't even treat you this way!"

What the hell, did he think this was a valid reason or excuse for treating me like a sex slave?

"Don't make up excuses for not loving and caring for your own wife. Men are always replaceing excuses when

they hurt their woman. Don't wait until your wife gets cancer and regret

by then? Do you think your sorry would be any useful when that happens?" The doctor's words sounded from behind us. Women will always understand this. When Lance heard cancer, his face turned really ugly.