Little by little, she stopped caring. She lost the energy to keep trying, and naturally, she stopped listening to him.
"Thank you for helping me just now, Mr. Wilson," Chantelle mumbled as she was no longer fighting back.
Daniel suddenly felt sad after he heard her words. He knew he shouldn't have brought up the past. But if he kept avoiding it, it would always create a huge gap between them like an unfinished business.
"In the past, you used to enjoy it every time we did it, didn't you? Why don't you like it now?" Daniel whispered, acting like he didn't notice her reaction.
Chantelle was starting to lose her patience. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Daniel looked at her for a long moment, then turned and walked into the bathroom.
Chantelle let out a breath of relief. She was about to leave when her phone rang. It was Philip.
"Chantie, you need to stay by Daniel's side," Philip said. "He's not doing well both physically or mentally."
