Initially, I argued, but eventually, I realized my position.
I grew numb.
I sat on the cold tile floor and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, Eason was sitting on the sofa, smoking. His face was full of impatience as he looked at the wedding dress thrown on the sofa.
"Why are you sleeping here? Why not go to your room? You scared me to death when I walked in."
He said, frowning at my red and swollen eyes. "It was just a wedding. It was fake anyway. Can't I just give you a real one later? Why are you so dramatic?"
As he spoke, Cindy walked in with a bag of breakfast and the keys.
Instantly, all my vulnerability was exposed.
Sensing the tension between us, Cindy spoke in a sweet, innocent tone.
"I'm sorry, Yara. I had terrible cramps this afternoon and almost fainted. If Mr. Garcia hadn't found me and taken me to the hospital, I might have died."
I glanced at her delicate face indifferently, too tired to respond.
Cindy then seemed to remember something and took out a black plastic bag from her purse.
"Mr. Garcia ran several kilometers to buy this for me, but it's not suitable. I'll give it to you, Yara."
She batted her eyes, feigning innocence.