Chapter 145 Old Plan

• That figure approached and stood at the slightly ajar door, gazing at Gerald with a worried expression.
• "Gerald, you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with panic.
• Instead of answering, Gerald glared back at the woman through the glass, his eyes filled with anger. "What are you doing here, Shelma?" he accused, his eyes pointedly locked on the mirror in front of him. The woman attempted to step closer before Gerald extended his left hand, silently instructing her not to approach. "Don't come any closer, your scent makes me nauseous!" he rasped. As Gerald took a breath, he felt the unbearable nausea return. God, his throat was really burning now.