Charlos frowned with a smile. "Why are you blaming me? Shouldn't a future husband take his future wife to the hospital when she's sick?"
"Stop it." Rissa looked away.
"Why? You don't like me calling you a future wife?"
"Your future wife isn't me, it's Gladys."
Instantly, Charlos felt like a dull knife had pierced his heart.
Finally, the nurse moved Rissa to the VVIP treatment room in the Lotus building, room 507.
Charlos held Rissa's hand, but she still looked sullen. "How are you, honey? Do you still have a stomach ache?" asked Charlos.
Rissa shook her head and then turned her face away.
"I'm sorry, Rissa," said Charlos. "You better get treatment here."
Rissa was still unmoved. It made Charlos sad and feel even more guilty.
They've made up, but it's like something is missing. Something irritated Rissa's heart, but she didn't reveal it.
