I turned to him, taking a deep breath to calm myself. Now that I got a good look at it, it had that usual glow of energy and power. He seemed more like... three times as lively as on other days as if he had been taken from a magazine of wonderful and perfect men.
"You don't look sick," I said, continuing to study him.
"That's why I told you 'I think'," he emphasized with charming detail.
I gave him a murderous look. He swallowed the pill, put the glass down in the sink, and walked over to me. He gave me a thorough review and sighed resignedly, as if commenting on my appearance was already a waste of time.
If she didn't need to be his girlfriend yet, she would have suffocated him with the bag, instead of explaining:
“You have to know that the kiss with Viktor was because...
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