Page 39 of Believing in a Billionaire
He cupped her cheek in his hand, rubbing her cheek. “You sure? You look a little pale. Maybe you should lie down.”
“Yeah, maybe I will,” she answered, the pain in her head growing stronger.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Really? Do you promise or is this just you saying that before you try to take on the world?”
She offered him a weak smile. “No, I’m really going to rest. As long as you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Julia,” he said with a kiss. “Hey, if you’re not feeling any better in an hour or so, maybe check with Kyle.”
She nodded. “Wow, it’s nice to see you two getting along. Even recommending him as a doctor.”
Grant grinned at her. “We’ve made some progress. And all because of you. We’d have never made it this far without you Julia. So, you have to take care of yourself.”
“I promise. You can even check on me if you don’t believe me.”
“I just might,” he warned. “Although, I’m going to run into the office while you’re resting and finish with that little issue.”
“Okay,” she said with a squeeze of his hand. “Good luck.”
She gave him a peck before she left him behind, her head still spinning from the conversation. Why was he being so secretive about what was going on at Harrington Global?
The pounding at her temples made her stop questioning everything as she climbed the stairs. Was the news of Lydia affecting her this deeply?
She didn’t usually suffer from physical symptoms this severe when it came to stress. What was happening to her?
She wound through the halls, her stomach quivering. When she reached the bedroom, she stumbled to the bed and collapsed on it. She sucked in deep breaths as the room seemed to spin around her.
She squeezed her eyes closed, her lunch threatening to climb back up her throat.
A knock sounded at the door. She groaned as she pulled herself from the mattress, and shuffled to it. She tugged it open, finding Worthington on the other side.
“Mrs. Harrington, I wanted–are you all right?”
“I’m just not feeling very well, Worthington. I’m fine, though. I’m going to lie down.”
“Perhaps I should fetch Dr. Carter.”
“Really, it’s okay,” she said, her voice breathy as the pain in her temples ramped up. “I just need some rest.”
“If I can bring you anything, please let me know.”
Julia nodded as she closed the door and returned to the bed. She twisted the covers in her fist as she fought another wave of nausea.
Another knock sounded at the door. She could have cried as she dragged herself from the bed and made her way to the door.
“Julia?” Kyle asked as she opened it. “Worthington said you were sick.”
“I’m just tired. I don’t need a doctor,” she answered, her voice weak.
Kyle eyed her with a mix of concern and professional scrutiny. “You’re looking more than just tired,” he said, his voice laced with worry. “You’re pale.”
He pressed a hand to her cheek. “You’re warm.”
He checked her pulse. “And your pulse is racing. Worthington was right to call me. You do need a doctor, Julia.”
“I don’t. I’m just…” She struggled to finish the statement, her temples throbbing.
The world went fuzzy as the room spun around her. Every heartbeat was a thunderous echo in her ears, drowning out the world around her. She clutched the door jamb before she reached for Kyle as her knees buckled.
