If only Roselle could know how painful her words had hurt she wouldn't continue to talk, she wouldn't tell him she would hate him. "Off the heater! Cool the room!" Roderick shouted, grasping his spinning head.
"Boss!" A man gasped convulsively, running towards his boss Roderick. Roderick bawled, swayed and fell headlong across the man who had run to him, and he rolled limply on the floor. "Get me my medicine." He whispered fiercely, whirling and kicking out his leg with every strength in his body.
He threw the medicine into his mouth and gulped it down with water. The man turned off the speaker immediately hoping Roselle had not heard Roderick's demand for his medicine.
After some minutes, the pain in Roderick's head gradually subsided.
"Boss, don't you think this is not the right time to punish her? Besides, you can't control your mind at the threat she's giving you." Damen helped his boss sit properly.
