I’d tried all kinds of home remedies, and when none of them worked, I finally decided to see a doctor.
There weren’t many people at the hospital today, so I got my prescription quickly.
On my way down, I spotted Zelda and Eugene.
Not that it was surprising—this was the closest hospital to home.
Zelda’s sultry figure was pressed tightly against Eugene, one hand holding his waist, the other carrying a bag of medicine.
She drew plenty of envious stares from men.
“What are you looking at?!” A pregnant woman, seeing her husband eyeing Zelda, pinched him in jealousy.
Eugene looked embarrassed, but Zelda remained completely unfazed.
We ran into each other at the elevator.
I said nothing, but Eugene instinctively put some distance between them.
His face was slightly red.
“Wallace might get jealous if he sees.”
Zelda frowned. “You’re injured. How can you walk without support?”
Then, out of nowhere, she turned to me.
“Why are you here? Are you sick?”
I showed her the medicine.
“Just insomnia.”
She hesitated for a moment.
“I’ll ask my assistant to buy some lavender for you. You can put it in your bedroom.”
She wanted to say more, but Eugene interrupted.