The atmosphere inside the vanity room felt heavy — almost suffocating.
Anna sat stiffly in her chair, her damp hair clinging to her cheeks, while her sharp eyes practically sliced through Henry, who stood awkwardly near the door, pretending to scroll through his phone.
If looks could kill, he was sure he'd already be six feet under.
'Why do I feel like I'm being punished for doing my job?' he thought helplessly, sneaking a glance at her — only to freeze when her glare met his.
Ouch. That hurts, he groaned inwardly. I was just helping the boss before he made things worse out there…
Still, the chills didn't stop.
God, she's scarier than Daniel, he thought as the doctor packed up his kit, clearing his throat.
"Everything seems fine," the doctor said, snapping off his gloves. "She was rescued right on time. There's no sign of water inhalation, so she doesn't need further treatment."
