**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
"You need to take care of those wounds," Thomas distracts me from the pain. "When I finish dinner, I'll give you the medicines left to take. Are you with any of the symptoms that Douglas described?"
"I'm not feeling anything weird, but I can't remember how I got to the room I was sleeping in. Does it count as memory loss?"
I swallow the last piece and finish dinner. He also ends it and places the flatware together over the plate.
"I took you to the room."
"Did you carry me?" I get shocked.
"Yes, why?"
"I can't remember any of this," I say, frustratingly.
I drink the juice and try to remember any detail. Maybe the painkillers that the doctor has prescribed were too strong.
"Of course you don't remember. You dropped dead on the couch and said some weird stuff."
I almost spill the juice in my mouth. What?
"Did I talk in my sleep?" I ask, cautiously.
Say it is just a joke.
"You did," he keeps his poker face, but deep down he is crazy to roll on the floor laughing, out loud, just because he loves to torture me.
What the hell did I say? If I had a nightmare, I vaguely know what I could have said, but if it was an ordinary dream, only God knows what Thomas heard.
"What did I say exactly?"
"It was nothing important. Have you finished it?" he stands up and points at my plate.
"Won't you tell me what I said?"
"No," he gives me a mysterious smile.
Son of a...
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"Lueji has bought some clothes for you. You can choose anything you want in the wardrobe," Thomas points at the white wardrobe.
We finish dinner, and he leads me to the room where I woke up earlier. I need a shower and new clothes.
"Would mind if I take a shower?"
"Make yourself at home. The bathroom is in that door. I'll wait for you in the living room to take care of those cuts."
He goes toward the door and closes it, silently. Hm... Okay. Now we are dealing with the cold and unexpressive Thomas.
I open the wardrobe to see my options. The faster this night pass, the faster I will come back to my home, and my relationship with Thomas can be distant and professional again if we can say that it has been ever like this.
Thomas' employee has bought dozens of different clothes, but nothing to sleep. Hey, wait a minute. A silk robe was hanged out of the wardrobe, but I take some time to realize that this is for me. I touch the black fabric, and I moan with joy. A nightdress in the same color comes with this beautiful piece of clothing.
