Aimee’s POV
“Aimee, you don’t have to go to work today.”
I shoot my brow up. I swipe a stick of my red bold lipstick in my lips before facing him.
“I told you, I have a meeting with a possible client today,” I toss my makeup kit back in the drawer and hook my bag in my arms. I walk past him and reach for the room of my door.
“Amler’s going to get worried,” he stops me by holding my wrist. My eyes drop on our skin that is currently making friction. I gulp. I avoid my eyes on it and lightly shove him away. Fortunately, he let me free.
“It’s been a week since I was absent from my work. Besides, I’m fine now. I cannot let myself stay in this house forever.”
“But you’re not fully recovered yet.”
“Clyver, I know my body more than anyone else. When I said I’m fine, I’m fine.”
“If you’re
