Days passed, and it was finally time for the perfume competition. Before Natalie could leave, the doctor arrived at Justin's home to check on her.
Justin didn't want to take any risks this time.
"I'm really feeling fine," Natalie said, glaring at Justin, who was sitting quietly on the couch in their bedroom. "I have to leave early, or…"
"Unless the doctor approves that you're fine, you're not leaving," Justin said, his expression serious, leaving no room for argument.
Natalie clenched her fists. For the past week, he hadn't allowed her to do anything but rest, and she was tired of it. "You didn't even let me practice or prepare anything for the competition. How am I supposed to pass the first round?"
"I know you'll figure it out," he replied calmly.
She looked at him in disbelief. "Figure it out? This isn't just any ordinary competition—it's with the best perfumers in the country…"
