My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 85

No longer having any mood to continue listening, I proceeded to head upstairs.

Lying on the bed, I felt a pinch of pain growing in my head and near my eyes. In fact, it was starting to hurt everywhere. I had no choice but to give Monique a phone call.

The phone rang for a while before it was connected. "Miss Reid, look at the time. What time is it now?"

Judging by her groggy voice, it seemed like I woke her up. I looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

It looks like I've caused her trouble. I then muttered into the phone, "Monique, it looks like I'm sick!"

She was stunned, her voice now even louder. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Go to the hospital. Is Hendrix with you?"

I was silent for a moment. For a moment, I didn't know how to describe my symptoms to her. After all, my illness was not something that was visible to the naked eyes.

After a long time, I sighed and said, "I'm fine, I just miss you!"

In the end, I was unable to describe to her how I was feeling. The right words had not come to my mouth.

Perhaps Monique was too sleepy, she didn't proceed to ask any further about it. Instead, she

asked, "Darling, are you having trouble falling asleep?"

As my mouth was left wide open, I struggled to answer her. In the end, I merely rambled and said, "Well, yes. You should go to sleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

After hanging up, I wrapped myself in the quilt and huddled up. For a moment, the world felt so much more bland and lonely.

I fell asleep in a daze. However, it wasn't long before I was awakened as I could feel someone sitting down on the bed beside me. I was then soon dragged into someone's embrace.

I thought it must be Hendrix and didn't proceed to make any noises. Instead, I merely closed my eyes and fell back into sleep.

The pressure must've been mounting on me recently. I didn't sleep well most nights and I constantly felt exhausted. That morning, I dragged myself into the office while feeling I could've collapse anytime.

After working for a while, Kelsey asked me to sign a few documents. She poured me a glass of milk and said, "Director, you don't look well recently. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

I shook my head. "It's okay, I just didn't have a good rest! You should head back to work."