Katrina's POV
I didn't know who to believe.
Perhaps my headache scared him, he picked me up. "It's my fault. I shouldn't be in a hurry to tell you so much."
I took the opportunity to close my eyes and pretend to faint.
I could hear his anxious cries, and I was a little agitated.
I hated him for treating me like a piece of trash. I opened my eyes and glared at him. "If it weren't for your despicable deeds, I wouldn't have a headache."
"That's impossible! The drug just made you..."
"Enough, shut up." I didn't want to hear him at all, and every word he said was like a stab to my heart.
Fortunately, he fell silent.
He just gently put me down. "We have everything here. This is my bedroom. Have a good rest here."
After saying that, he still did not want to leave and looked at me for a
