The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 621
“What?” asked Jeremy indifferently as if he did not think he did anything wrong.
Corinne glared at him and said, “You’re a guy so why did you ask for the OB-GYN’s number? Aren’t embarrassed at all?”
Jeremy looked down at her condescendingly and smirked. “The OB-GYN is for you.”
She knew what he was getting at and an alarm bell instantly went off in her head. She frowned and took a deep breath to
compose herself. After squeezing out a smile on her face, she said, “Thank you but I don’t need to see an OB-GYN specialist.
I’ve always made sure to keep my s*x life clean so I have no problemn. down there”
Jeremy narrowed his eyes “Are you sure about that?”
Although Edmund did not find any record of Corinne having visited any OB-GYN specialist, Jeremy was suspicious of her ever
since he saw her retching for no good reason. The fact that she was trying to avoid. the whole conversation made him even sure
she was pregnant.
‘She’s pregnant huh and it’s mine. He was going to get to the bottom of this no matter what!
Corinne rolled her eyes. “Yes!”
Jeremy smiled faintly at her. “You don’t have to be a stranger around me. We were married after all so take this check-up as my
treat.”
Corinne was speechless. What the hill? I’ve been treated to a meal by others many times but this is the first time I’ve ever come
across someone treating me to a check-up! Ugh, forget it! The most important. thing now is to take him to see the
ophthalmologist.’
She devised a plan to leave as soon as Jeremy finished checking up on his eye. H’ll would freeze over before she went to see
the OB-GYN specialist with him in tow.
In the ophthalmologist’s room.
The elderly ophthalmologist spread open Jeremy’s left eye and shone a flashlight on it to do a thorough check-up.
Corinne, who was standing at the side, asked, “How is it, doctor? Is his eye okay?”

The elderly ophthalmologist put down the flashlight and said, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. The internal bleeding is caused by
an external impact. I’ll prescribe an anti-inflammatory eye drop which he needs to use three times daily and the blood clot should
go away after a few days.
Corinne breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s great to hear and thank you for prescribing the medicine for him.” After that, Corinne
went to the dispensary with the elderly ophthalmologist’s prescription in hand. When she came back, she passed the eyedrop to
Jeremy and asked, “Do you want to do it yourself or do you need my help?”
Jeremy glanced at the eyedrop and instead of taking it from her, he simply crossed his legs and leaned back his head on the
hospital chair, waiting for her to serve him.
Corinne was speechless. What a spoiled man!”
She scoffed, walked up to him, and roughly lifted his chin so that it’ll be easier for her to put the eyedrops into his eye. After that,
she twisted open the cap of the eyedrop, used her other hand to spread open his left eye, and dripped the eyedrop in.
“All done. Remember to use the eyedrop again before you go to sleep. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll need to use it three times
per day. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now,” said Corinne while putting the eyedrop in Jeremy’s hand. She then turned
around and left without looking back.
However, she did not manage to take a step before Jeremy pulled her back by the wrist. “What’s the hurry? It’s your turn to do
the check-up now.”