Heat

OLIVIA'S POV

I heard a knock on the door and sighed. “Who is there?” I asked half-heartedly.

“I'm a maid, Miss. I'm here to call you for dinner.” The female voice responded, and my eyes twitched.

It was night already and time to eat, but I had lost my appetite. For some reason, the thought of eating made me uncomfortable, and I just wanted to be alone.

I sat up in bed and walked toward the door. Opening it, I saw the maid standing in front of the door with her head a little bowed. “I don't feel like eating right now. I feel like sleeping, so maybe later or tomorrow morning.” I told her.

She looked at me for a few seconds and nodded. “It's okay then, Miss. Take care.” She said and walked away.

I watched her leave before I returned to my bed and sat down. I wasn't feeling alright and a little sick. I let out a deep breath as I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep.

A few minutes later, my condition got worse. I felt so sick that my temperature became hot, and the AC in