38. He doesn't trust me

Constance point of view:

I slowly open my eyes. My head hurts a lot. I sat up from the bed and my eyes looked round the room. This room is not familiar to me. Where am I? And why is my head hurting a lot?

My brain is racking as I seek for an answer since I can't remember anything. But then, the door creaked open and Darren walked in with a small tray in his hands.

Darren? What am I doing with Darren in this room? The last thing I remembered is…. I just can't remember anything at all . What is wrong with me?

“You are awake." Darren flashed a beautiful smile at me as he walked up to me and dropped the tray which contains a white tea cup on the bedside table.

He sits on the bed and stretches his hand as he touches my forehead. “The fever has gone down."

“What happened to me? Where am I… I mean where are we?" I asked.

“You don't remember?"

“No, I don't remember anything." I simply replied. I'm confused because I don't know why I can't remember anything. Now, I think that the last thing I