When Zachary was driven back to the villa, it was already 3:00 am.

Stumbling into the bedroom, he collapsed onto the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open.

He was jolted awake by a sharp pain in his stomach,

“Tessa, my stomach hurts,” he mumbled. “Get me some medicine.”

But there was no reply.

He called out again, “Tessa Tes

Suddenly, he sat up in bed, fully awake.

A wave of realization hit him that Tessa had moved out

Amb of loneliness and discomfort washed over him.

Clutching his stomach, he stumbled out of bed, desperately searching for the medicine, but it was nowhere to be found.

The pain was unbearable, so he called Emma.

Emma was startled when her phone rang

“Where’s the medicine for a stomach ache?” Zachary asked.

She took a deep breath, mentally reminding herself, “It’s okay. He pays well. A little less sleep won’t hurt.” She glanced at the time, and it was 4:00 am

What was wrong with him? It was the middle of the night!

She took a few more deep breaths to calm herself before fording a polite tone. “The medicine cabinet is in Ms. Yates’ room, on the top shelf.”

Zachary hung up the phone and, leaning against the wall, made his way to Tessa’s room. He opened the cabinet and found a box of medicine filled with various pills.

He had the medicine but wasn’t sure which one to take.

Normally, Tessa would give him something when he had a stomach ache.

With no other choice, he endured the cramps, quickly scanning through the instructions on the bottles before taking two pills.

“It can’t kill me,” he thought, before drifting back to sleep.

He called out for Emma.

“Make me some chicken noodle soup.”

“Mr. Gomez, do you mean the one Ms. Yates used to cook?”

She shook her bead, “I can’t do that.”

Zachary’s expression darkened. “Why not?”

She explained, “The chicken noodle soup requires soaking Ingredients overnight, plus getting fresh meat. It’s too late to soak everything now.

“Besides, I only know the ingredients, not the exact proportions or the cooling method.”

Zachary frowned. “You can make oatmeal, right?”

“Yes, I can do that,” Emina replied,

“Then, just make me that.”

With a pounding headache, he leaned back against the headboard and shut his eyes Aknock at the door sounded.

Zachary’s eyes snapped open, a thicker of hope stirring in his chest.