Wendy walked quickly to the bathroom. She vomited out all the food she had just eaten. She almost couldn't hold it back for several times during the dinner. She didn't want Harold to worry about her, so she tried her best to put something into her mouth.

After vomiting, Wendy felt that she was about to collapse. She went back to her room and opened the book, but she couldn't read at all. Thinking for a while, she had to lie in bed and close her eyes to rest.

After dinner, Harold went upstairs to Wendy's room. He opened the door and walked in. Seeing Wendy lying on the bed, he quickly walked up and put his hand on her forehead.

She didn't get hot. It seemed that she didn't catch a cold or have a fever.

"Wendy, you went to bed so early? Do you feel uncomfortable? " Harold asked softly.

Wendy shook her head. "No. I just feel a little sleepy."

"Then have a good rest and don't think too much."

"Okay." Wendy grabbed Harold's hand and asked pitif

e lunch later. I have to read some documents today, so I won't go downstairs."

"Okay." Jared nodded.

"I want to have dinner early. Don't make it so late."

"Okay."

Jared didn't doubt why Wendy asked him to do so.

She forced herself to take a few bites of both lunch and dinner, and poured them all.

In the evening, Harold came back from work and asked, "How is Wendy today?"

"Miss Wendy has been reading documents in her room today."

"Did she eat?"

"Yes, she did."

Hearing that Wendy had a good meal, Harold felt relieved. He went upstairs to change his clothes and went to Wendy's room to look for her.

"Harold." Seeing Harold come back, Wendy hurried to hold him.

Yesterday's dream was so real that she was scared when she thought of it now.

Harold held her in his arms and asked softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine." Wendy concealed the fact that she couldn't eat anything and changed the topic. "How is Alice?"