"Gustav?" Claire was hesistant but she really need to clarify what she just learned. From the time he came back from saying goodbye to the people left in the party, Claire has been contemplating whether to shut up or confront the billionaire.
He glanced at her with worry in his eyes. Then he leaned to put her seatbelt on. "You okay? You looked pale. " He started the car. "Should we go to the hospital first?"
She stop his hand from dialing. It was a doctor he's trying to call. "I'm okay. Just drunk, I guess. No need to go elsewhere. I want to lay in the bed so bad. I'm beat."
Gustav keeps on glancing at her. "Something troubling you?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I said no."
"You seemed to be out of it. Come on, Claire... Tell me."
She didn't answer this time, she simply crossed her arms
