Chapter thirty eight

Michael listened as the two women conversed, he was down with fever this morning and she helped calm it down? How come he doesn't have any memory of it? Could it be the reason he woke up to discover that his shirt's buttons were open? She fed him his medicine, how can he not remember any of this? He frowned as he searched his memory but he can't seem to remember anything.

"I will be downstairs, if you need anything you can call me" Sasha turned to walk out of the room.

"Go to work" Michael ordered and she turned to look at him.

"But I..."

"You don't need to worry about anything. Belinda can take care of me" he said indifferently.

Sasha took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding "okay. I will leave now then."

"Take care of yourself Mrs. Brown" Belinda said after her and Sasha forced a smile before leaving the room.

 

Three months later, Sasha walked into Michael's room to help him take his medicines. Belinda has called to notify them that