"The clothes I was wearing..." Nora wanted to ask who had helped change her clothes, but the question was too difficult to ask.
An awkward look flashed across Asher's handsome face and he coughed lightly, "It was Wilma who helped you get changed."
"I have to thank her for that." Nora breathed a long sigh of relief. Wilma was a maid in Asher's house.
Asher's beautiful cool features softened a bit more in the orange light, "I had the doctor check you out and you were a bit hypoglycemic."
"Okay..." Nora felt so humiliated that she had passed out only because of her period. When had she become so weak?
It was all Asher's fault!
She must have been exhausted from helping him last night. She had helped him to home and had done all kinds of things that he had asked her to do so that she had gone to bed late. And today, he had pushed her to organize the minutes of the meeting and revise the plan, which caused her to have no time to have dinner, and thus she had low blood sugar.