Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"I've already made it clear that we have nothing to do with each other anymore, so stop meddling in my affairs—" Pearl retorted, her tone growing defensive.

But Richard quickly cut her off. "I've also made it clear that you should leave." His eyes blazed with intensity, and his presence was overpowering.

"That's funny, Richard. Are you still getting involved in my life because you're not over me and feel jealous?" Pearl's words were more of an assumption and an attempt to hurt him.

"You're overthinking." Richard then turned and left without even looking back.

Pearl took a deep breath, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within her. Saying that was the best way to make him leave!

Finally, Silas managed to find her after maneuvering through the crowd. Concerned, he asked, "What happened? You seem upset."

"Nothing. I was just pushed around by the crowd," Pearl replied, trying to downplay the situation.

Silas let out a relieved sigh. "I think it's a little dangerous here. Let me send you home."

Considering the growing crowd and the potential danger, Pearl had lost her appetite for the performance, so she agreed with a nod.

They left the bar together and stood outside, taking in the fresh air. However, as Pearl breathed in, she suddenly felt queasy, and her stomach churned. She couldn't hold it back and bent over, vomiting.

Silas was shocked and patted her back gently to help her catch her breath. "What happened? You didn't drink much, and you didn't eat too much either."

"Maybe it was the mix of scents in the bar that got to me," Pearl managed to say between waves of nausea.

"I won't bring you here again," Silas declared. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's fine, I come here often. This was just a one-time thing," Pearl reassured him, even though the nausea had come out of nowhere.

"Let me take you to the hospital, just in case," Silas insisted.

"The hospital? There's no need to overreact," Pearl replied.

Silas didn't insist any further. After driving her home, he headed off in the opposite direction.

Pearl watched him go, her curiosity piqued. Wasn't his home in the east? Why was he heading west?

After a while, her phone chimed with a message from Silas: [Come downstairs.]

Curious, Pearl went downstairs, her hair still damp from drying it with a towel. She saw Silas holding a bag.

"I went to the pharmacy nearby. I couldn't describe your symptoms accurately, so the pharmacist recommended some medicine. I bought a bunch. I remembered you're a doctor, but I thought maybe you'd like to have some on hand?" Silas handed her the bag.

Pearl felt warmth in her heart, but she couldn't help but chuckle. "If you know I'm a doctor, do you think I don't have common medicines at home?"

Silas looked a bit flustered and scratched his head. "I just forgot because I was worried." He then glanced at the medicine he had purchased and appeared a little embarrassed. "Do you want this

then?"

Pearl saw how earnest he was and couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Okay, I appreciate what you did. To prevent any misunderstandings, I've decided... not to take them!"