HEALING-CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

I awoke to the sight of Zach's mesmerizing gaze fixed upon me. He was seated at the edge of my bed where I lay, appearing both concerned and irate. Overwhelmed with guilt, I was mute, yearning to shield my face from shame.

"Jolaade, you should confide in me, particularly when you are feeling low, rather than resorting to alcohol and intoxication like ordinary women," he expressed passionately.

"What do you mean by 'ordinary women'?" I inquired, somewhat puzzled.

"Jolaade, you are exceptional and surrounded by individuals who adore you. You should be able to share your concerns with me," he urged, pausing momentarily before continuing, "I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't been responding. I grew anxious and had to contact Bella, who informed me of your despondent demeanour at work. I decided to come by after work only to find you in a state of despair."

I had never heard him speak at such length, except in movies.

Attempting to sit up, I was halted by a sharp pain in my left