"Get dressed." She said coldly after tending to his wound.
He put on his T-shirt and looked up at her, "Can I ask now?"
"What do you want to ask?" She replied, her tone frosty, "Ian doesn't like you, so stay away from him next time. If something like this happens again, just call me."
His mind went blank. He really had it coming. He picked up his dirty clothes and stood up, ready to leave.
A sense of urgency gripped her heart and she stepped forward involuntarily, "What do you want to ask?"
He turned to look at her, "Do you think Makayla still needs treatment? I'm worried that the treatment might do more harm than good."
She was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to ask that.
"Isn't Makayla's primary physician Sarah?" She asked, her voice wavering as she mentioned Sarah's name, "Since you've gone to her and paid her a hefty medical fee, just listen to her."
He hadn't expected his question to hit a nerve.
"Violette, I won't bother you with Makayla's condition anymore." He said, his voice steady despite the lump in his throat.
But Violette saw disappointment in his eyes. "If you're sincerely asking me a question, at least show some sincerity." She retorted, looking him in the eye, "You better keep it from me forever! When I wanted to know, you didn't tell me; and when you want to tell me, I might not want to know anymore."
He clenched his bitten shirt and left in a rush. She didn't want to know about his relationship with Makayla anymore.
He felt like a complete fool! When he made the choice, he didn't realize that one wrong move led to another. He chose to hide it from her for the sake of his damn pride, but now he realized his pride meant nothing compared to her.
After he left, Violette collapsed onto the sofa. She held her burning cheeks in her hands. Even breathing hurt.
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