Ch23: He cares about Mia

Dave held my hand and chuckled. “You think so?“ He asked teasingly. But I could feel like he was holding back some pain.

“Stop talking too much!“ I said and began pulling his drawers. “What medicine do you take for that?“ I asked.

It seemed like Becky was right all along. This man was allergic to sea food. But why was he so stupid to eat the shrimp? He should have turned it down.

“Stop throwing things around,” Dave said, and and opened a different drawer. “I don't want my room as messy as yours is always…”

I rolled my eyes as he took out two little boxes. He opened the first one and took a tablet, which he swallowed with some water.

He opened the second one. It was a cream tube. I guess he was supposed to apply it to himself. But he creased his brows before returning it to the drawer.

I raised my brows at him. “What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to apply that too?“ I asked. “Wait, don't tell me that you are scared because it might be itchy…”

Dave chuckled again. “Why do you lik