Adriana's POV
It was late afternoon when I settled down at the dining table, ready to eat lunch so I could take my medication. The chef had prepared some Tostadas and milk for me before heading off to rest.
I was allergic to cheese and milk, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I didn't want her to feel obliged to prepare something else for me. Instead, I covered the tostades and opted for the tomato sandwich that had been made alongside them.
Once I finished eating, I retreated to my room, clutching a glass of water to take my pills. After swallowing them, I picked up my phone to check the notifications that had popped up.
That was when I saw a text from Juan urging me to pick up his calls—he said it was urgent. A quick glance at my call list revealed several missed calls from hi
