"Naomi, I think you need to get some proper rest. I've already had the housekeeper arrange for your leave."
"But I've 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 pass your germs on to me," Ethan Shaw said before pushing the door open and walking out.
Perhaps because she was still recovering, Naomi's mind felt a beat slower than usual. She belatedly realized something was amiss. What Ethan said was contradictory. If he was afraid of catching her illness, then he shouldn't have been sleeping in the bedroom.
'Could he actually be worried about me?'
An image of Ethan's gaze, as cold and distant as ever, flashed through her mind, and Naomi doubted it once more.
The phone rang. When Naomi saw the call was from Ruby Preston, she answered immediately.
