Chapter 93
RIZ I was so tired that I fell asleep early. I woke up the next morning and Justin was no longer in bed. I grabbed my robe from the side and put it on. I tied my hair up and walked out. “Good morning, baby,” he greeted me while frying rice. I felt queasy instantly. I usually loved the smell of fried rice, but today, it was so awful I couldn’t stand it. I ran to the powder room and threw up, though nothing came out—just saliva—and my head was pounding. “Are you okay?” he asked, clearly worried. “The stove?” He winced when I didn’t answer his question. My mind was on what he was cooking—I was afraid it might burn. “You’re throwing up and you’re still worried about the stove?” He rubbed his face. “Does your head hurt?” I nodded. “Dizzy?” I nodded again. “I’m taking you to the hospital.
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