Bartlett suddenly bent down, leaning in close to her ear, and whispered, âIf you like it, I can gift it to you as a wedding present at our weddingâ
Ellinor slightly lifted the comers of her mouth, her eyes revealing disdain, and didnât 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.
âWhatâs wrongâ Bartlett noticed her discomfort and asked in a low voice.
Ellinorâs forehead was dotted with sweat and her lips were slightly pale Tâ¦I suddenly feel unwellâ¦â
Bartlett looked worried. âThe air conditioning in the gallery is pretty intense. Did you catch a cold?â
âMaybe!â Ellinor gritted her teeth, her body trembling slightly Bartlett took off his coat and draped it over her, saying softly. âIâll take you to the lounge to rest. Itâs warmer there because the air conditioning is offâ
âOkay, thanksâ Ellinor was unsteady on her feet and had to accept Bartlettâs assistance.
In the shadows, Byran captured the entire scene on his phone, sneering, âA man and a woman sneaking off to an empty lounge in the middle of the day, who would believe theyâre not up to something!â
Byran had caught Ellinorâs weak spot and immediately sent the galleryâs location to Veronica!
Inside the lounge Ellinorâs face was growing paler, her body weak.
Bartlett brought her a glass of water, âHow do you feel? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?â
Ellinor clutching her stomach, slowly shook her head, âNo, Iâll be fine after resting here for a bit. You donât need to worry about me, go join your friends Bartlett didnât leave but sat nearby, watching her with concern. âAre you really scared of hospitals?â
Ellinor was taken aback and didnât deny it.
It didnât feel great to have a stranger see through her She really hated hospitals. As a child, she got sick and her mother took her to the hospital for an IV.
When she woke up, her mother was gone.
She stayed in the hospital alone for seven days, each day filled with unease.
Later, her father, Arnold Mendoza, appeared, told her that her mother had passed away, and took her home from the hospital.
Seeing her mood, Bartlett didnât probe further, âMy private doctor is on his way. You should lie down and rest. When the doctor arrives. Iâll call you.â
âThank you Ellinor was feeling too unwell to resist, so she lay down on the loungeâs small bed, curling up in an attempt to alleviate the pain in her abdomen.
She was covered with Bartlettâs coat, and later, Bartlett ordered someone to bring a blanket to cover her with Meanwhile âVeronica, why did you bring me to a gallery? I donât like looking at paintings. Thereâs soup simmering at home. Iâm waiting for Ellinor to come back and have it!â
Veronica, supporting Marissa Blanchet, walked into the gallery and smiled, âGrandma, youâll see Ellinoronce you go in.â
Marissa was a bit puzzled. âVeronica, are you saying Ellinor is here too?â
Veronica chuckled and nodded The gallery staff recognized Marissa and politely ushered her in.
Veronica led Marissa into the gallery and ran into Byran, who unhesitatingly led Marissa to the lounge.
Ignoring the gallery staffâs attempts to stop him, Byran kicked open the lounge door and saw Ellinor, weak and leaning against Bartlett.
Marissa had been a bit confused, but was instantly shocked after seeing what was happening in the lounge. âEllinor?! Whatâ¦what are you doingââ