I had made money from the stock market earlier simply due to luck, but now I needed to quickly throw myself into the work of hotel management.
However, the weather turned cold overnight, and I fell ill. My physical discomfort made my mood irritable and restless, and I felt powerless to do anything.
I was still upset that he hadn’t come to my university reunion.
I stayed at home for three days without telling Jason.
I was feeling miserable. When I saw the messages he sent me, I always tried to muster up some energy to reply, but then I would forget due to exhaustion.
When would he come to see me?
Just then, the door opened, and I felt a surge of joy.
In this house, aside from me, only Jason knew the password to the door lock.
Jason called my name. “Laura, what’s wrong? Why haven’t you replied to my messages? You know how worried I’ve been about you?”
I struggled to sit up on the bed. “I’m just sick.”
My voice was weak when I responded.
Upon hearing this, he furrowed his brows and without saying another word, he walked over to my bedside and reached out to touch my forehead. “I’m taking you to the hospital. You have to take this seriously.
“I don’t want to go.”
I shook my head. Ever since I was little, I had an inexplicable fear of injections, and Jason seemed to sense my reluctance.
“If you don’t want an injection, we’ll just take some medicine. But look at you now, you’re so sick. How can we not go to the hospital?”
Unable to resist him, I finally agreed.
He carefully helped me put on my shoes, then gently lifted me off the bed. His strong arms gave me a sense of security I had never felt before.
On the way, he kept comforting me. “Hang in there, we’re almost at the hospital.”
