23. Busy Prostituting

*Radella*

I feel like my body is not healthy. Maybe I have a fever and my stomach also feels nauseous. My head is dizzy. Keaton kept calling me many times but I didn't pick up. Maybe he waited for me in the room for a long time until he dared to come to my room.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked as he came in and walked up to me. I didn't have the courage to chase him away. He seemed worried watching me.

"You're sick, your face is pale," he said. I nodded,

"I don't feel well, maybe because this project lasts until evening and I'm exposed to the night wind every day," I answered while massaging the back of my neck, which felt uncomfortable.

He was still standing at the table, watching me. "Maybe you shouldn't come to the hotel now and rest at home. Pick up my phone one more time, baby," he complained. He walked over to me, took my hand, kissed me, and knelt in front of me.

"Sorry, maybe you're tired because we keep doing that. You should refuse if you can't," he said.

So far, I've