"Naomi, I think you need to get some proper rest. I've already had the butler call in sick for you."
"But I'm already recovered. I don't think I need to rest anymore."
Ethan Shaw tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Naomi. He really couldn't understand why she was pushing herself so hard.
"Naomi, you should focus on getting better first. I don't want you to get me sick," Ethan Shaw said, then pushed open the door and left.
Perhaps because she was just recovering, Naomi's mind felt a couple of beats slower than usual. It belatedly dawned on her that something was off. What Ethan said was contradictory. If he was really afraid of getting sick, then he shouldn't have been sleeping in the same bedroom.
'Could he actually be worried about me?'
An image of Ethan's usual, ice-cold gaze flashed through her mind, and Naomi immediately doubted the idea.
Her phone rang. Seeing it was from Hazel Preston, Naomi answered immediately.
"Naomi, how are you feeling?"
