Sick people were always in their foulest mood. I would not have given Michael such an attitude if I were not ill.
“You caught a cold? This is so out of the blue.”
He reached out his palm and touched my forehead. A frown stitched on his forehead when he felt my temperature.
“Anyone can catch a cold anytime. Don’t you know that?”
I glared at him unhappily, recalling what happened earlier on.
I did not breathe a word to him because I knew he would turn the whole company upside down in search of the culprit, further inciting everyone against me.
“You get sick too easily. Some exercise will do you good,” he said without suspecting anything.
“Well, it’s not like I have time for that. Work is tiring enough already.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered my complaints. It was true that work was taxing. I felt tired every day after work. Exercising would be the last thing I wanted to do.
“You can still exercise at night if you don’t have time in the day. Having sex is good training too.”
A naughty smile curved on his lips as he eyed me.
Anger shot up in my heart when I finally understood what he meant.
I could not believe he could still crack a joke like this after knowing I was sick.
“You can exercise on your own if you like. I don’t have the energy for that.”
I was not feeling well, so I would definitely not join him tonight.
“But it’s not something I can do alone.”
Michael looked at me innocently as he sat down beside me.
I recoiled the moment he came closer. I was not in the mood to entertain him.
“I really need to sleep.”
The dizziness in my head was so unbearable; sleeping was the only thing I wanted to do. I still had to work the next day.
Michael was vexed at my rejection, but after seeing me in such a state, he relented.
I went back to my room and knocked off right after I got in bed.
I had no idea how long I slept for, but when Michael woke me up again, I was still not well-rested.
“Stop it! Just let me sleep.”
I tossed to another side and continued sleeping.
“Take some medication before you sleep now,” he instructed sternly, “Or I’ll strip you naked.”
Having sex was the last thing I wanted to do, so I sat up.
“Come, take some med.”
Michael passed me a tablet and a glass of water.
I took the glass from him quietly, moved by his kind gesture. I thought he woke me up because he wanted to sleep with me, but it turned out he just wanted to give me some medication.
From what I remembered, our house did not have any cold medication. Did he go out just to get them for me?
“You went out just now?”
I probed curiously, feeling an inexplicable warmth budding inside my heart.
“Of course. It’ll be troublesome for me if you’re sick for too long,” he replied with a hint of annoyance.
His harsh words washed away the last bit of gratitude I felt toward him. Sometimes, I wondered why he just could not say something comforting.
Michael took the glass of water from me and placed it beside my bed after I was done.
“Get some rest. You can compensate me some other time.”
He lay his head beside mine and dozed off not long after.
I could never understand why he craved sex so much. He was sure to have things his way if I recovered tomorrow. Doesn’t he ever get tired of it?
I puckered my lips and slept after he did.
When the alarm clock rang the next day, I was still feeling giddy. But, other than that slight discomfort, I was a lot better overall.
I moved my hand along the empty space beside me and figured Michael must have gone to work.
After washing up, I stopped by a cafe to get breakfast before going to the company by subway.
When I arrived at the company, I sensed the gloating stares of my colleagues drilling through me.
They probably knew about what happened to me yesterday.
Truth be told, I was indignant at their spite. However, since I was here to work, I decided to just brush my feelings aside.
I sat at my table and got ready to hand in yesterday’s design draft to the editor. Yet, to my chagrin, the draft was nowhere to be found.
My heart started racing as I looked through all the documents on my table. I would never misplace such an important document.
“What’s the matter, Anna?” Millie spotted my abnormal behavior and asked.
“Millie, did you see the draft I was working on yesterday?”
I was really getting anxious.
I spent days getting it done, and the client wanted to see the draft today. I simply could not afford to lose it at this point.
“I don’t think I saw it. Did you leave it at home?”
Millie was also getting worried when she saw me poring over all the documents on my table. She even started looking for it with me.
“I’m sure it’s here. I didn’t bring it home.”
Fear was eating me up on the inside. What should I do now?
At that point, I was sure many people were delighted at my plight.
