The family of three returned to the living room, and Summer Gardner frowned, "I wish we hadn't eaten grilled meat, it must not have suited her taste."
Ivana Bennett hurried to explain, "No, Mom, I've made grilled meat for her before at Duke Residence, and she really liked it. She's probably just feeling unwell because of the long flight. Let's just eat, it's okay!"
The three of them went back to the dining table to continue eating, and Logan Bennett's gaze fell on the duchess's plate, his brows slightly raised.
For some reason, his instinct told him something was off about tonight's events.
...
...
Inside the car.
The duchess curled up in the seat, her face pale.
Reaching out his palm, Lucas Walker gently touched her forehead, only to find it drenched in cold sweat, "Should we go to the hospital?"
"No!" the duchess shook her head, "Take me back to the hotel."
"You look terrible," Lucas Walker said, his brow furrowed, "We should still go to the hospital for a check-up?"
