Chapter 90 Family Doctor

• "You were pinching my mouth. How could I even speak?" Zayla stared at the vomit on the floor, wondering if the painkillers had been thrown up and if they'd still work.
• She looked half-dead and on the verge of collapse, leaning completely on Joaquin's chest. She spoke softly, "If you really care about me, stop asking questions and put me down. I want to sleep."
• Joaquin watched Zayla, her eyelashes drooping, nestled in his arms like a docile cat.