Destroyed

There are countless times Christian massaging his forehead which hurts for no reason, even though this morning he had talked at length with his father but the anxiety still didn't want to leave him at this time. The disturbing feeling that was bothering him so tormented him.

"After the exhibition in Paris, I will take Asher to..." Suri, who was reporting her work to Christian, stopped her words when she realized that her brother was not focusing on her.

Suri quickly put the paper in her hand on the table and immediately grabbed Christian's hand which was already so cold and wet with sweat. "Are you sick, Christ? You're so cold."

Christian slowly raises his face, looking at Suri who looks so worried. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not doing well. I'm not a kid you can fool, Christ!"

Christian smiles a little, the fake smile he's been showing so many people for the past eight months. "Look at me, I'm fine, aren't I?"