“What...?” Melissa stuttered.
Wrong timing! Murray thought and pulled back a bit. “Sorry, forgot it.”
Melissa gaped at him ... what? But she was going to say yes...
To get rid of the embarrassing atmosphere, Melissa changed the topic, "My clothes..." she wanted to ask who helped her change her clothes but found it was also embarrassing to ask.
Murray's face blushed a little as he coughed lightly and said, "Clara helped you change."
"Thanks." Melissa let out a long sigh of relief. She knew Clara was Murray's housekeeper.
Under the yellow lamplight, Murray's strongly marked features softened a little. This aloof handsome man said gently, "The doctor checked you out. You had a seizure, from low blood sugar."
"Okay..." Melissa felt so embarrassed. She grumbled to herself, When did I bec
