David, clueless about his impending demise, welcomed her with a warm smile.
"What brings you here? Is there something specific?"
"David, I..." she whispered, placing a hand over his chest. "I'm not feeling well."
He quickly held her up, concern etching his features. "What happened? You were fine when we came in."
"All of a sudden, I feel dizzy," she murmured, leaning against him. "Can you... can you please take me upstairs to a resting room?"
"Don't worry. You can count on me."
He held her up and guided her toward the stairs, completely unaware of the piercing glare burning into his back.
Luis had already been in a foul mood when she arrived with David. When she declined to stay by his side, his irritation only grew. But now, watching her go upstairs with another man? It short-circuited his brain. He immediately got up, jaw clenched.
Upstairs, David led her into a room and helped her lie down.
"Should I call a doctor?"