Don't Try to Escape, My Wife! novel Chapter 1792

“Do you want to bear a daughter for me?” Lucas asked instead of answering her.

Yasmeen blushed more.

Looking at her adorable face, Lucas wondered about her health condition once she was pregnant.

“Yasmeen,” he called her name.

“Ehn?”

Yasmeen was taken aback for a bit and looked up at him, only to find a trance of tenderness and concern in his eyes. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You should have a checkup.”

Yasmeen’s heart skipped a beat.

She wondered if he had known something.

“Why?”

“For our marriage registration.”

Lucas said naturally, “As you know, my residential record hasn’t been transferred yet. I also need to submit a report to apply for getting married. Your health check report is also required then.”

“I see.”

Yasmeen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling sweet and worried.

She wondered if Lucas would find something once she went through the checkup.

Suddenly, she said, “I have my private doctor. I can ask him to do it for me.”

“Don’t you want me to accompany you?”

Lucas’s tone was a bit sinking.

“Of course I want you,” Yasmeen immediately denied it.

She wanted him to accompany her.

However, thinking that Lucas might find out her health condition if he went with her, Yasmeen was a bit uneasy.

When she didn’t know how to explain, Lucas suddenly said with a smile, “Well, you can go have a checkup yourself. Michele’s condition is still unknown. I called my brother, and he will arrive tomorrow. I’ll take a look at her examination report. Be careful when you are going to your private hospital.”

“Okay. I will.”

Yasmeen nodded.

“Aren’t you angry?” Lucas asked.

Yasmeen was taken aback.

Suddenly, she realized that she might have focused on covering her health condition but forgotten a woman’s primary reaction.

Michele was her rival in love.

Thinking of that, Yasmeen whispered, “I trust you. Since you’ve chosen me, you will be loyal to me. You can’t sit and watch the Hill family in trouble without doing anything. I understand you.”

“Thank you, Yasmeen.”

Lucas reached out to rub her hair as if he deliberately messed it up.

Yasmeen was speechless.

“Lucas, have you got your kicks from messing my hair?”

“Ehn,” Lucas answered like a kid. Yasmeen couldn’t find a proper word to speak.

What kind of hobby was this?

However, she didn’t stop him. Anyway, her hair was smooth. It would return to the ordinary no matter how messy it was.

Lucas stopped teasing her after seeing her ignore him. Taking her hand, he asked, “What fruits are your favorite?”

“What?”

Yasmeen was taken aback again.

“Why are you asking so?”

“I’ll buy some fruits for Michele. Uncle Morty is always nice to me, and Michele is like my younger sister. I can’t go see her with empty hands. My father always reminds me to be polite.”

Lucas laughed.

Yasmeen whispered, “Just go ahead to buy them. Why do you ask me about my favorite fruits?”

“Silly girl.”