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Brent's car stop in front of my company building. He got out of his car first and he opened the door for me. Brent held my hand, guiding me to exit his car.
"Thank you, Brent," I say while smiling sweetly at him.
"Anything for you. Are you sure that you're okay? Your head. It is not aching?" He asked in concern, and he applied his palm to my forehead.
"I'm okay." I chuckling say. "Don't worry." I know he is completely worried about me. I can see it in his face, but this is nothing. I just overworked myself these days. I think that's the reason why my head often hurts.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I gave him a guaranteeing smile. Stretching my hand, I touch his face.
"Alright. Call me if you're not feeling well and I will go to you, okay?"
"Yes. Thank you, Doctor. Sanderson." I
