Was She Sick

The noise outside broke the tension in the room. The four men seated facing each other immediately snapped their heads towards the door.

Daniel furrowed his brows, then turned to look at Darryl. The look alone was a sigh for Darryl to check what happened. Darryl got the message and immediately stepped out of the room.

The man turned back to look at Daniel. "Well, I hope you think about it carefully and tell me what you think. I really want to get this problem solved before it accelerates."

"I also want the same thing but what you are asking for is unnecessary, I can handle my problems and besides, I have already promised to get the project done before the due date, so you don't need to remind me or bother about it and let me do as promised."

"Daniel, I hope you will really keep to your words," he muttered.

"I will," he said flatly.

The men spared each other a look before they stood up. "Well said, then if you don't mind, we will take our leave now." One of them announced. Daniel nodded at them before they walked out of the office with their men trailing behind them.

Alone in the room, he started to think of what to do to get the papers without having to hurt Rachael. Things had been going well with them lately, and he would rather not spoil it because of the nosy men. Or was it really going well for them? He knew he had to start taking the project seriously.

He felt weird when he thought of hurting her.

Furthermore, he shook his head. No, he was thinking beyond what's necessary about her. This wasn't his plan, his sole purpose was to use her to get what he wanted and not the other way around. Was he really getting too attached to her?

Maybe he was after all, but he wouldn't let that continue before he ended up as a loser. Besides, the lady would probably still despise him, with the belief that he killed her family, leaving her utterly alone.

Things were never going to get better between them, so he should really keep his distance because he doubted he could trust himself around her.

He leaned his head back and sighed in frustration. Where was Darryl? What was taking him so long? He wondered as he stood up from his seat, but just before he could step out of the office, Darryl walked into the office.

"What took you so long?" He asked almost immediately.

"Oh it was nothing, it's just a clumsy maid. She almost tripped," he said with a shrug, and Daniel narrowed his gaze.

He sighed again. "What do you think, Darryl?" He suddenly asked.

Darryl raised his head slowly with a perplexed expression. "What do you mean, boss?" He asked in return.

"I'm sure you heard half of the discussion just now, therefore you know exactly what I am talking about," he retorted.

"Well about that," Darryl cleared his throat as he tried to come up with what to say. "I'm sure they are being concerned, and that's because you let them be. You and I know very well that what they are asking for can't be possible."

"Why not?" Daniel asked curiously as he raised a brow at him.

"Because you know that you need her for now and besides, she's your wife, so it's definitely not the time for her to die, she can die after you divorce her that way you won't be blamed for her death."

"So you mean?"

"Boss, I know you can get these files without having her killed. You can simply threaten her because she seemed to be forgetting why you agreed to this marriage to start with. She would get what she wants if she keeps to her end of the deal. You don't even have to threaten her, you can simply remind her. I'm sure she is smart enough to get the message."

He was speaking in riddles, but Daniel got his hidden meaning. He did indeed let them interfere in his life. If he wanted, then he could've gotten the files without them poking their nose in his business.

"Where is she?" He asked next.

Darryl seemed to hesitate for a while. "She is in her room currently," he replied.

Daniel didn't wait for another minute before he walked out of the room, heading towards Rachael's room. Once he got there, he knocked on the door but no response. He knocked again but the same thing and he was slowly losing it.

Holding the doorknob, he twisted it and pulled the door open. Waking inside, everywhere was dim, and he could barely see a thing, so he reached for the light switch and flickered the light on.

"Rachael?" He called as his gaze darted around the room searching for her, then finally landed on the bed. There she was lying down on her side while holding on tightly to the duvet.

"Can we talk?" He asked, walking closer gradually.

He got no response, so he walked even closer until he was close enough to see her face. She looked pale and he got worried. Was she sick?

"Why do you look pale? Are you sick?" He asked as he leaned towards her and reached out his hand to place it on her forehead.

"You look sick, but your temperature is normal. What is wrong with you?" He asked as he crunched down to her level.

"I'm fine," she finally said flatly with a low voice, sitting up with the duvet still wrapped around her and in her clutches.

"Have you been crying?" He asked more to himself as he stared at her face. Her nose and cheeks were red.

Rachael slowly lifted her gaze to look at him when she sensed the hint of worry in his voice. She was shocked to see a line between his brows and a perplexed and worried expression on his handsome face. She felt her heart skip a beat upon seeing his expression. There was no way he cared for her.

"Why would you care? I'm certain this is actually a good thing since I'll die without you doing it yourself," she snapped unknowingly.