Ashley ignored his words. The next day, the sharp pain in her throat was still prominent. As she sipped her second sip of water, someone knocked on the door. Opening it, she found Gabriel standing outside, laden with several bags in his hands.
Gabriel skillfully swapped his shoes for slippers and placed the groceries on the sofa. Each bag was meticulously labeled with sticky notes—oat milk, steak, toast, and so on. Noticing Ashley's skeptical gaze, Gabriel awkwardly touched his head, searching for a plausible explanation. "Grandma sent me here!"
Just as Ashley was about to walk to him, the doorbell rang again. She opened the door with a sense of puzzlement and found Thomann standing there. With a hoarse voice, she greeted him, "Senator McLean..."
Thomann looked at her neck with a guilty
