Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 943

“They went home to rest. They’re getting older, and staying up all night at the hospital is too much for them,” Cynthia replied calmly, setting her book aside.

“Okay. I’ll stay with you and the baby tonight,” Noah said.

“You don’t have to. You should go home and rest, too. The doctors and nurses are here, and that’s enough,” Cynthia said.

Noah didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up the book she had tossed aside. “Reading to the baby? Staring at the pages for too long is bad for your eyes. I’ll read to you. The baby should hear his father’s voice often, too.”

With that, Noah opened the book and began reading a random story.

Cynthia ignored him and simply rolled over, turning her back to him.

Noah held the book with one hand and reached out with the other to pull the blanket up for her.

Cynthia remained with her back to him, silent, as if she had already fallen asleep.

Noah kept watch over her in the room all night.

The next morning, when Cynthia woke up, she saw he was still sitting by her bed.

As she sat up and was about to get out of bed, Noah woke up and reached out to help her.

“You’re awake? Do you need to use the restroom?” he asked, steadying her.

“Mhm,” Cynthia murmured, reaching for her slippers with her foot.

Seeing this, Noah immediately bent down and put them on for her.

Once her shoes were on, Cynthia stood by the bed and looked up at him. “I’m a little hungry. Could you get me something to eat?”

“What would you like?” Noah asked, his gaze falling on her slightly swollen belly, his tone softening. “Is the baby a picky eater?”

“Something light is fine,” Cynthia replied casually.

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