Arwen held her head, slowly massaging the sides of her forehead. She wasn’t good at handling headaches, and always made sure to engage less in the activities that cause one. But still, soone, she ended up having one, out of nowhere.
"Madam, if you aren’t feeling well, I can drive you to Dr. Clark’s clinic first," Alfred suggested, sounding truly worried.
However, Arwen shook her head. "I have already taken the dicine, Alfred. I will get better in a while. Don’t worry. There is no need to go to the hospital for such a small thing."
Although she said that, Alfred didn’t look quite convinced. His brows remained furrowed as if there was sothing that kept him on his toes.
"What’s wrong, Alfred? Is there anything troubling you?" she asked when she noticed his expression in the mirror.
Alfred hesitated for a mont, but then honestly answered. "Madam, sir has asked us to be careful around you. Nothing about you could be overlooked. Even a re headache. We all have been given clear instructions."
Arwen paused at that. Really? Had Aiden really given such instructions to everybody?
A curl lifted up her lips, and curiously, she asked, "When did he give such instruction to everyone?"
"The last ti you got admitted to the hospital, Madam," Alfred replied, his voice serious. "Sir had gotten very scared for you, and had asked every one of us to make sure that nothing about you goes ignored. Not even a simple headache."
Arwen smiled, feeling warm inside her heart. Aiden was careful for her. But he would be so extravagantly careful for her —she only realized it today.
Shaking her head, she was about to shrug it off when suddenly, it struck her.
The last ti when she got admitted to the hospital ...
Wasn’t it when she was with Aiden?
Her thoughts spiralled back to the mory of that day. She was with him, and he was about to say sothing when she fainted on him. She couldn’t rember why exactly she fainted that day, but when she woke up, Aiden said it was because of low blood sugar levels.
The reason seed believable.
But then sothing about it didn’t sit well with her.
Was she overthinking? Or was there sothing she was ignoring in between?
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At East Serenity Residence —
The air in the house was serene. Brenda was sitting in the living room when Margaret approached her, asking, "Madam, aren’t we going to do sothing?"
Brenda glanced at her. Her gaze paused on her. "Whatever we had to do, we have done, Margaret," she said, shaking her head. "The drug in her body is no longer potent. So, she is no longer in danger. As for the truth, we have been trying to keep her away from ... well, we have even tried our best there. But if she is ant to know it, we won’t be able to hide it, no matter how we try."
"So, are we letting her find it out?"
Brenda’s gaze turned deeper. She didn’t say anything, and it was quite hard to read what she was thinking. "I don’t think I am any longer capable enough to stop her."
Her aning was clear. She was no longer going to step in. Because if she does now, she would end up getting hated by her granddaughter.
And for once, she wanted to be selfish. Bla it on her old age or the countdown she was having to her last day —she doesn’t want to get hated by her precious granddaughter.
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anwhile, on the other side —
Driving the car back, Ryan brought Zenith back to his apartnt. He carried her in his arms into the elevator, before swiftly unlocking the door and carrying her inside the house.
Zenith felt a little awkward, and she twisted, trying her best to speak and ask him to put her down. But the mont she would see his clenched jaws; she would stop for a second to think.
He looked a little angry. And she didn’t want to get scolded. But at the sa ti, it didn’t feel right to get carried in his arms.
"S–Sir, you can put down. I can walk," she said finally, after hesitating a lot.
And to his relief, just as she said, Ryan dipped down to put her down. His movent was swift but careful.
"There is no need to walk. You can sit, instead," he said, and before his words could confuse her, Zenith felt her butt pressing down on the soft mattress.
She looked only to realise that it was not that he had set her down. But rather, they were already ho, and he had put her down to make her sit on the sofa.
How did she get so engrossed that she didn’t realize that they had already entered the house?
Zenith was in her thoughts when suddenly a tug on her arms jerked her forward. And before she could realize what had happened, all she saw was Ryan’s face, hardly inches apart from hers.
She blinked and swallowed the lump of nervousness she felt in her throat. Her heart beat —louder, and for a second, she got scared that he would hear it, and find her incapable of being in the position of the secretary.
"Sir —"
"You could let your arms go first," Ryan stared in a serious manner, and only then did Zenith realize what caused this awkward mont.
Her arms —which were hooked around his neck.
Setting her down on the sofa, he might have decided to rise back to his feet, but her arms hadn’t let him off.
Embarrassed, she quickly removed her arms, apologizing. "I ... I am sorry, sir. I didn’t an to. I was —"
"It’s fine," Ryan said, standing straight and dismissing it. "You didn’t sell out my secret, for which you are getting so flustered. It was just a small thing, and being grown-ups, we can understand."
Can we? Really?
Zenith bit her lips, closing her eyes to shut out those thoughts. She was rely a secretary. And there is no way she would forget her position. "Sir —"
Before she could speak, Ryan’s phone rang, making her pause and him shift.
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