Ethan gave a weak smile. “I know it doesn’t matter what I say now, but Isabella, I really regret it. I know I messed up.”
“Did you turn on the air conditioning in here?” Ethan suddenly asked.
He was starting to feel hot, uncomfortably so.
“Of course I did. It’s boiling outside. There’s no way I’d leave it off.”
Ethan reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
“I don’t get it. I feel so hot all of a sudden. When I first walked in, it felt nice and cool.”
He hadn’t gone back to the office today, just wore a short-sleeve shirt and black dress pants. Sitting here, with the AC going, he shouldn’t be sweating.
But he was. The heat kept building, like something inside him was catching fire.
He felt like he might burst.
“Ethan, your face is getting so red. Are you sure you’re not coming down with a fever?”
Isabella watched him, worried, as his cheeks flushed a deep red. He’d been fine just minutes ago. Even if he was getting sick, a fever doesn’t hit you that fast.
Then she thought of something. Her eyes landed on the coffee cup.
Sophia had made a big deal about that coffee, kept pushing Isabella to drink it, even accused her of being guilty for refusing.
Isabella hadn’t touched it. Ethan, on the other hand, had taken a few sips. And now he looked like this. Was there really something wrong with the coffee?
“Isabella, I’m burning up,” Ethan mumbled, his voice shaky. “So hot. I can’t stand it.”
Isabella didn’t wait. She grabbed her phone and quickly called for an ambulance. There had to be something in that coffee, probably something meant to mess with his head. Ethan had fallen right into the trap.

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