Chapter 0060

Ximena/Angela’s POV

At night, Davey entered the room, holding a glass of water with my drugs.

“I brought your drugs,” he said, sitting next to me on the bed. I sat up to take it. Afterward, he tried to leave, but I held his hand.

“We need to talk, please,” I said.

“The doctor said you don’t need stress. Whatever it is can wait until you are better,” he said, then walked out.

It’s been a week since Davey brought me home. I have finished all my drugs, and I think I’m well now, even though I still get a few aches here and there. Davey has been avoiding me, using my condition as an excuse.

I dressed up in an elegant emerald gown, ready to go to my hotel. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen the building.

“Where are you going?” Davey asked, entering the room.

“Aren’t you going to work?” I asked him.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he said, sitting on the couch.

I took a deep breath. “I’m