"Because Lord has suddenly come across some work matters, he sent me to take care of you. Ms. Clark, would you like to get up?"
Enna Clark's entire body was sore, but she felt too embarrassed to keep lying in bed. She nodded and peeled back the covers, "I'll get up myself."
As beautiful as the thought was, she realized just how sore her muscles were once she started moving.
If her reflexes hadn't been quick to support herself on the edge of the bed, she would have embarrassingly collapsed to the floor with weak legs the moment her feet touched the ground.
"Ms. Clark, are you alright?" The maid noticed her struggle and quickly asked.
Enna Clark steadied herself against the bed for a moment, caught her breath, and exhaled, "I'm fine."
She slowly let go of the bed, and although her calves were still very sore, she had gradually gotten used to it. She picked up her coat, draped it over her shoulders, and walked out.
As soon as she walked out the door, she ran into Scott Harris.