NovelEnglishThe puzzle pieces clicked together-she must be experiencing an allergic reaction.
Upon returning to her office, the workday was winding down. After tidying her belongings, Millie made her way to the hospital and enrolled at the dermatology department.
“Doctor. What’s happening to me?”
The doctor examined her hand and inquired, “Do you have these red bumps all over your body?”
Millie affirmed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Allergic reaction. Did you cinto contact with any irritants, whether by touch or smell?”
Millie started retracing her steps. She hadn’t cinto contact with anything unusual. Could it be the fragrance of the flowers? The peculiar thing was that she hadn’t noticed the scent before entering the tea room.
“Take this prescription to the pharmacy and obtain the medication. Ensure you avoid water and refrain from scratching the affected area,” the doctor advised.
The doctor jotted down a prescription and handed it over to Millie.
Millie accepted the prescription and inquired, “Will I recover by tonight?”
Her appearance had becquite conspicuous, making her hesitant to venture outdoors without a solution. Consequently, she had no option but to purchase a mask and don it, hoping to conceal the unsightly rash that marred her once
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Should the red bumps persist into the next day, she knew she wouldn’t be able to make it to work.
The doctor’s response was a shake of his head, accompanied by, “No, you should request a few days off and ensure you rest at home.”
Wearing the mask, Millie proceeded toward the pharmacy.
As evening descended and Marcus returned, he discovered Millie seated in the living room. A curious sight met his eyes—Millie adorned with a mask, gazing at him through her pitiful eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTaken aback, he queried, “What’s happened to you?”
Observing Millie donning a mask, Marcus found his thoughts drifting back to their initial encounter.
With a measured gesture, Marcus extended his hand toward her mask, contemplating its removal.
However, Millie’s response was swift, evading his touch with a haste that betrayed unease.
She offered an explanation, her voice slightly rushed.
“My face is a bit flushed. Spare yourself the sight.”
This evasion compelled Marcus’ demeanor to grow taut and his expression to becincreasingly earnest.
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