Her Assistant

[30] Last Night

30th chapter! Oh yeah!
Thank you for your support and I will always love you all for that.
Ten chapters left before I wrap this baby and start writing the better version of this story.

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"I saw you last night," an old man spoke, standing straightly.

Phil's gaze shifted from the rings beautifully displayed inside the glass to the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him. "Yeah, I was looking for a ring."

"An engagement ring, perhaps?" The old man guessed, recalling that he's with a pretty girl the previous night.

"Yeah, an engagement ring," Phil agreed, hoping that this man would suggest something unique and attractive to the woman he loves.

"Are you sure that you want her to be with whom you're going to spend the rest of your life with? Marriage is no joke, son," the old man said meekly. "My wife was really young when I asked her to marry me."

Phil was a tad of annoyed because the old man could just simply give him choices of engagement rings instead of lecturing him about marriage. Is this a jewelry shop or a couples' therapy? But as the old man continued, he began to learn something from his history.

"You see, young lad, my wife was only seventeen when we got married. We were so in love but I am an ambitious person, I wanted to do a lot of things for I was young and strong. My wife was so controlling and demanding that I had to leave her for the sake of living the life I wanted."

She is ambitious... He recalled. What if she leaves me?

"Is she willing to give up everything for you? 'Cause if she is, I'd give you the best ring in this shop."

Is she? She can manage. She can still give time to me, or eventually she'll let go of it then we'll leave the city and start somewhere else.

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Phil came back to sleep beside Chloe but felt that she was abnormally hot when she wrapped an arm around her. His hand gently felt her forehead and neck. "Chloe, are you okay?" He said softly with worry in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine, my body didn't like the weather, I guess," she replied, her eyes were still closed as she pulled the sheets higher. She coughed, turning her back on him. "Go back to sleep, baby." She shivered, feeling really cold and the thick duvet weren't to keep her warm. "Don't worry about it."

He rummaged her bag to search for some medicines, and he was lucky enough to see that she neatly kept her medicines in a pouch. It didn't take long for him to find her fever medicine. He took a glass of water from the kitchen and paced back to the bedroom and said to Chloe, "Sweet pea,  you need to drink your medicine."

Chloe knew it would be unwise to disagree and her body was aching in pain, Phil diligently helped her get up and gave her the tablet. "How are you feeling? Are you nauseated? Do you want to throw up?" Phil subsequently asked then helped her drink her water.

"I'm fine, baby." She replied as Phil took the glass from her hand then placed it on the nightstand. Chloe rested her head on his chest the moment he sat beside her. "I'm just tired, I guess."

He ran his hand through her soft raven black hair, the other pulling the heavy sheet over her body. "Rest, okay?"

She hated being sick. Her eyes were burning, her joints are aching, and her head was pounding.

"Please don't have the flu," Phil silently hoped. If she gets sick for days, they might not get back to New York on time and Jesse  will surely scold Chloe for that.