Bartlett suddenly bent down, leaning in close to her ear, and whispered, "If you like it, I can gift it to you as a wedding present at our wedding."
Ellinor slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, her eyes revealing disdain, and didn't respond to his joke.
She was contemplating how to persuade Bartlett to sell her the three paintings when all of a sudden, she felt a wave of discomfort rising from the pit of her stomach!
Ellinor knitted her brows, her face turning pale.
"What's wrong?" Bartlett noticed her discomfort and asked in a low voice.
Ellinor's forehead was dotted with sweat and her lips were slightly pale. "I...I suddenly feel unwell..."
Bartlett looked worried. "The air conditioning in the gallery is pretty intense. Did you catch a cold?"
"Maybe!" Ellinor gritted her teeth, her body trembling slightly.
Bartlett took off his coat and draped it over her, saying softly, "I'll take you to the lounge to rest. It's warmer there because the air conditioning is off."
"Okay, thanks." Ellinor was unsteady on her feet and had to accept Bartlett's assistance.
In the shadows, Byran captured the entire scene on his phone, sneering, "A man and a woman sneaking off to an empty lounge in the middle of the day, who would believe they're not up to something!"
Byran had caught Ellinor's weak spot and immediately sent the gallery's location to Veronica!
Inside the lounge.
Ellinor's face was growing paler, her body weak.
Bartlett brought her a glass of water, "How do you feel? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Ellinor clutching her stomach, slowly shook her head, "No, I'll be fine after resting here for a bit. You don't need to worry about me, go join your friends."
Bartlett didn't leave but sat nearby, watching her with concern. "Are you really scared of hospitals?"
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