The moment he arrived, Loretta leaned into his arms, looking weak and pale, and spoke to me in a frail voice.
"Serena, don’t misunderstand. I’ve been feeling unwell all day, and Mr. Torres insisted on bringing me to the doctor. It’s so frustrating. The doctor prescribed all these stomach medications, and I hate taking medicine!"
Her eyes flashed with a blatant challenge, making mine sting with unshed tears.
"Mr. Torres, we should get back to work. We still have several meetings to attend."
She tugged at Xavier’s sleeve, softly reminding him.
Xavier ignored her and stared intently at the prescription in my hand.
"Are you feeling unwell? Why didn’t you tell me?"
When I stayed silent, he reached out to take the bill from my hand.
I pulled my hands behind my back, a flash of disgust in my eyes.
"It’s just a minor cold. Don’t worry about it, Mr. Torres."
I turned around to leave, but Xavier blocked my way.
"Serena, stop being difficult. You look awful. Let me take you home."
He moved to support me, but Loretta suddenly clutched her stomach and squatted down, her face twisted in pain.
She looked up, assuring Xavier she was fine, even as she winced.