Shockingly, Ron’s entire team is like him. None of them has any idea to share. How can they work like a robot without any creativity? I frowned thinking that.
I was pissed off and exhausted hearing, "no idea", "I don’t know" and bla bla bla.
I am also feeling tired of carrying my box of things all around the floor.
My shoulder is also aching, Doctor was right my shoulder isn’t that well.
I put the box on a nearby table and suddenly I felt a swear headache and things started revolving around me, I felt like fainting and jerked landing in someone's strong arms.
I snapped getting back my senses.
"Mylo…,” I whimper batting my eyes lashes dizzily.
"Are you okay?" He worriedly asked caressing my hairs.
"Yes, I am fine!" I said trying to stand on my feet. He helped me sit on the nearby ch
