Arissa found it difficult to continue the joinery to the hospital. Her mind had been filled with a vague but powerful dread for the future.
It caused her palm to be sweaty and her skin more pale than it ought to be. Her heart kept on pounding loudly with dread and she felt anxiety all over her.
Diego's presence before her did nothing. She did not even notice his presence anymore even though he drove her. Her thoughts provided company, perhaps too much company.
Diego glanced at Arissa from the front mirror. He found her constantly rubbing on her palm and it made him lift his brows in question.
Not only that, she looked sick and he hated seeing her that way. Whenever she becomes so pale, the feeling of downgrading himself always covers him because he feels like he isn't doing his job so well.
"Are you alright?" he inquired anxiously, his eyes fixed on her face which was filled with loneliness and fear.
