"It's at the crown of my head, and my eyelids feel so heavy."
In the pharmacy three streets away from Archer Group, Dahlia explained her symptoms to the woman at the desk.
When the pharmacist realized it wasn't a headache a painkiller could fix, she advised Dahlia to go to the hospital.
Dahlia drove to the nearest hospital.
As she stepped out of the car, she came face to face with Ezekiel, who was just getting out of his car as well.
Her eyes darted to the bumper, and her brows knitted in surprise when she realized it was a new car. A different one from the one he had hit her with.
So the gigolo business was booming more than sbe expected then.
Too bad. If she was a man, she would totally go into it.
"Huh, it's the gigolo," she muttered after staring at him for a while, closing the door behind her.
He was rendered speechless. "I told you I'm not a gigolo."
