Chapter 115 Playing dead, aren’t we?

(RHIO)

Knocks rained like bullets against the door of my study room. It sounded urgent.

"Come in," I sighed.

An anxious maid came in and breathed heavily before she spoke, "Miss Jasmin…"

Jasmin?

"…fainted."

The book fell from my hand as I stood up abruptly. 

"Call a doctor," I ordered in alarm when I saw her lying pale on the bed.

I reached for her shoulders and tried to wake her up.

"Jasmin…Jasmin!"

Her face moved and her brows knitted at sound of my voice. 

She fumbled for a pillow and pressed it on her head.

Was she acting?

I released my hands and pulled the pillow off her face.

What's happening to her? 

"Rhio!" she protested.

"Did you know how worried I was with your drama? You're really crazy!"

He reflexively hugged the pillow that I threw at him.

"Master Rhio," someone called from behind me.