Georgia's POV
Someone handed me a paper towel, and I took it right away, wiping my mouth as I turned on the faucet. My reflection in the steel sink looked pitifully pale.
"I'm fine… but my stomach isn't," I muttered, rinsing my mouth. "Do you have any antacids?" I asked, glancing at Alfie, who was already standing beside Nick, looking worried.
"I'll get some for you right away, madam," Alfie replied politely before rushing off.
Nick clicked his tongue and sighed. "Those damn investors. This happened because you ate so late at lunch thanks to them." His tone softened as his hand rubbed small circles on my back. "Come on. Do you want to lie down in my room for a while?"
I could only nod. My body was screaming for rest.
Nick turned to one of the maids. "Tell Alfie to bring the medicine to my room instead," he instructed. "Also, have one of the guest rooms ready for my daughter and her nanny. We'll stay here tonight."
