The next day, Mikayla appeared with heavy dark circles under his eyes, looking listless as he got into the car. Cayden also looked a bit haggard, with slight dark circles under his eyes.
Mikayla took out a small mirror from his bag and looked at herself. Compared to his, Mikayla's circles were much deeper.
He glanced at Mikayla, "Didn't sleep well?"
"Of course not, because you didn't even say hello when you came back last night, and you pulled me..." Mikayla blatantly shifted the blame to him.
Cayden chuckled, "Blaming me again?" He changed the subject, "You didn't even message me when I was on a business trip."
Is he blaming her for not caring about him? Mikayla glared at Cayden and closed her mouth, choosing to remain silent for the rest of the ride.
The sky had lost its blue hue, and the sun mercilessly baked the earth. The glass facades of the tall buildings reflected blindingly bright light, and pedestrians hurried by below.
"Mikayla!" Annie called out to her, and Mikayla snapped out of her daze.
"Why aren't you eating today? You're usually so eager to eat."
Mikayla impatiently poked at the pork on her plate with a fork and took a sip of the iced drink beside her, "Ugh, no appetite."
Annie nodded in agreement, "It has indeed been too hot lately, I feel like I'm melting whenever I step out." Seemingly struck by a thought, she said irritably, "It rained last night, and yet it's still so hot today." "Just talking about it gets me worked up—I had to run to the airport to pick him up in the middle of the night."
Mikayla smiled slyly and teased her, "You're just too thoughtful, going to the airport to pick up Mr. Smith at such a late hour!"
"He called me to say that he didn't bring an umbrella." Annie fixed Mikayla with a suspicious gaze, "Eh?" "Wait, how did you know that?"
Mikayla suddenly froze, with her mouth open and her brain racing. "Um, well... I ran into Mr. Novak on the road this morning and guessed they had come back early."
"Oh, oh." Annie didn't dwell on it anymore and continued eating her food. Mikayla let out a sigh of relief, almost revealing her secret again.
Mr. Novak is still quite humanistic, and he gave him a day off. However, Mr. Novak himself is too hardworking, he is obsessed with work every day, how can his wife bear it?
"......" Mikayla was embarrassed and smiled awkwardly, pretending not to know anything.
For the entire afternoon, Mikayla was listless at her desk, like a roadside flower that had wilted in the sun. It was finally time to go home, but she was dizzy and walked unsteadily, barely able to sit in the car.
Cayden frowned as he looked at her pale face, "Why are you so pale?"
Mikayla spoke weakly, "I don't feel well."
Cayden leaned in close to her, his large and well-defined hand covered her forehead. His gaze became even deeper, and he used the back of his hand to compare his own temperature, "You have a fever. Let's go to the hospital."
Mikayla shook her head immediately, "No need, I'll take some medicine and rest at home."
"There have been many people getting sick and taking leave from the company recently. What if you get infected? And what else is wrong?"
Cayden had an unyielding expression, it seems that there was no room for negotiation. Mikayla lowered her head resignedly, "I also feel like vomiting......"
He immediately navigated to a nearby hospital, with a frown on his face.
The sun slowly set, and Cayden hurriedly led Mikayla to the emergency room. There were people coming and going in the hospital, and Mikayla felt worse and worse, with a terrible headache. Cayden looked at her worriedly, "Do you feel bad?"
Mikayla nodded, and the next moment, Cayden carefully wrapped her in his arms and let her lean on his shoulder.
Mikayla was about to struggle, but his strength was unyielding, and he soothed her like a child, saying, "If you feel uncomfortable, just lean on me. It will be our turn soon."
"Ok..."
