Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 80

"Madam, what are you doing here?"

The silent, gloomy garage was suddenly shattered by that voice, nearly giving me a heart attack. Startled, I swiftly turned around only to find Zora, clad in her thin nightgown, standing right behind me. I hadn't heard a thing.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Damn it!

Immediately, I collapsed onto the seat, panting heavily as I patted my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

Frowning hard, I glared at her and asked, "What the hell are you doing? Creeping around like a ghost, without making a single sound. You could scare someone to death, do you know that?"

I closed my eyes, my mind racing on how to handle this tricky situation.

Zora looked taken aback by my sudden outburst, her mouth opening and closing without making a sound.

"Why are you skulking around in the middle of the night, were you following me?" I accused her before she could say anything. She was left speechless.

"I... I saw you... and followed you down," she stammered, clearly caught off guard.

I gave her a stern look, then got up and tidied up the messy car. On my way out, I quickly grabbed a box of medicine and a thermometer from the compartment in the car.

Without a word, I locked the car and headed back to the house. Although I acted nonchalantly, my heart was pounding. How did she know I was leaving the house and why did she follow me here? If she reports this to Jaylan, it will undoubtedly arouse his suspicions.

I glanced at the medicine box in my hand and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Tylenol, probably bought by Jaylan during the recent flu season. Luckily, it came in handy now.

Zora followed me back to the house. I turned to her, coldly ordering, "Get me a glass of water!"

She looked at me confusedly, but fetched a glass of water and followed me. As she came in, I opened the thermometer case, held it up to the light, then crawled next to Jaylan. I adjusted his face and put the thermometer into his mouth.

Zora watched, completely taken aback. "Is... is Mr. Dawson ill?" she stammered.

I snapped at her, "What else could it be?"