"I don’t want anyone else but you. I couldn’t care less about them! Even if you infect me, I wouldn't care. I want to die with you!" His demeanor was firm and serious. He then leaned in close and kissed her.
"Jay! Get a grip! Do you want to die?" Doris shouted.
She then stepped on his foot hard.
"Ouch!" Jay groaned in pain.
Doris then took a step back and wiped her lips. She glared at him. Her eyes widened in belief.
"Come with me," Jay grabbed her arm.
"Where are we going?" Doris speculated that he was about to take her to the hospital.
And she was right. He certainly was taking her to the hospital.
Because Jay didn't believe that she was sick!
"I want you to go with me!" He held her arm, as he gestured to the hospital.
"Hell no! Stop it, Jay!" Doris said, as she removed his grip from her arm.
"No?" Jay then lifted her up and carried her in his arms.
He then proceeded to walk out the villa.
"Where are you taking me, Jay? You know that I’m afraid of people seeing me like t
u shouldn't have made a big deal out of it! Doris, I thought I told you earlier that the rashes you have are just the symptoms of your allergy. Just take two pills of the prescription I gave you. They'll fade away soon!" Nancy scolded.
Doris's face grew red. She just wanted to leave.
"But Dr. Nancy, it’s not just an allergy. It’s some kind of disease." Jay handed her the test sheet.
"What's this?" Nancy smiled, as she read the test sheet.
"Yes, I wanted to ask a doctor if that test sheet is accurate. President Hobart, please be careful and tell me the truth. You do realize that if anything goes wrong, you’ll have to face the consequences, right?" His tone was stone cold.
"Do you understand?" Hobart gazed at them firmly.
"Understood!" those doctors answered. It was evident that they were anxious of what was to come.
However, it was apparent that Owen was the most pressured out of all of them. After all, he was the one who gave Doris the fake test sheet.
Doris was indeed a very sly woman!