Don't let him know!

I spoke, "I didn't ask you to put me here. So, there is no need of showing me the attitude?"

Attitude?

George's expression was dark. He came near to me, leaned, and said, "Miss Jenny, be obedient. You are not well right now!"

Not well right now? What has happened to me? Why I am here? I think that being passed out due to dehydration won't take your three days in the coma.

I roared, "What happened to me? Why there is so much suspense?"

He spoke, "Jenny, you are not in the condition to hear this. So, it's better to take a rest."

I frowned. "Am I going to die? You mean, I have cancer?"

"No! Not at all!" He replied gently. He sat beside me and stroked my head, "Jenny, don't worry. You would be discharged today."

Why he is being so cheesy? Why he is stroking my hair? Is this allowed a boss to stroke the hair of his secretary?

Only God knows! I don't know whether I should push him or let him continue to do it. He was the man w