"Take the medicine." I looked unkindly at him. "I’ll say this one last time. If you don't take it, then I'll throw it away. You’re the one with gastric pain, not me."
Theo still did not budge.
My patience wore out. I turned around to open the door and was ready to go out.
Theo grabbed my arm and asked in a deep voice," Where are you going now?"
"It's none of your business." I yanked my arm out of his palm.
He pursed his lips tightly and leaned over to yank the car door shut. "We'll go home."
I gave him a cold stare. “Are you taking it or not?"
Theo gritted his teeth and took the bottle and medicine.
After taking the medicine, he leaned in his seat and closed his eyes. The weariness on his face was not only caused by gastric pain but probably also from the lack of rest in the past two days.
The driver looked back. "Miss Wanda, are we still going to the hospital?" "My words carry no weight anymore, huh?" Theo opened his eyes and asked in a cold voice.
The driver shrank his neck in fear.
"Go to the hospital,” I ordered coldly.
The driver found himself in a tough spot and was unsure who to listen to.
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a hoarse voice, "I've asked Mason to wait at home. We’ll just go home."
Since he said so, I had no reason to insist on going to the hospital anymore.
When we got home, the car parked at the main door of the villa. I opened the car door and got out.
Seeing that Theo was still in the car with no intention of getting out, the driver called out to me awkwardly, " Miss Wanda, I think Mr. Grant has fallen asleep."
Fallen asleep my foot!
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