Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 95 - Eighty

Chapter 95: Chapter Eighty

LEO

"I found the hacker," John says, his voice serious. There is no hint of his usual playfulness.

"Are you gonna tell me over the phone or want me to see you?" I ask as I open the door of my car and hope in. Kevin is sitting in the driving seat. Leon has hopped on beside me.

"Who is around you right now?" He asks. "Wait, don’t tell. Text me instead." He quickly instructs and I text him.

LEO: Kevin and Leon.

JOHN: Deflect both of them and come to my place. I have something to show you.

I raise a brow at my phone screen but don’t ask any questions.

LEO: Will be there in a while.

I slip my phone into my pocket and sit properly on my seat. For some reason, I am feeling very nauseated. My stomach is rolling and I can’t focus on anything. I am feeling a bit sleepy too and it’s very unlike me because I am full of energy when I am working and I never get tired easily.

"Who called Leo?" Kevin asks, looking at the back through the mirror as he pulls the car out of the driveway of the Snow estate.

"Nothing important." I reply, my tone is the same laid back, "Drive the car properly." I add since I am feeling even more nauseated as he has started to drive the car.

"Hey, Leo." Leon speaks up, his eyes and tone filled with concern, "Are you okay? You look green."

"I am fine." I lie when I am actually not fine. I pull at my necktie and try to loosen it a bit but it isn’t working. My head is spinning at this point and sweat is forming on my hairline.

"You don’t seem so." Leon says quietly, "Are you sure?"

And I know I can’t keep this up for long. I need to get to the bathroom. Now.

"Kevin stop the car beside a gas station or whatever." I say urgently, "I need the bathroom."

"Okay." Kevin acknowledges, "But I don’t see any gas station here."

"Leo, are you feeling nauseated?" Leon asks concern and a slight alarm mixed in his tone, "Take a deep breath. Think about something else. Don’t think about the nauseating feeling."

"W–What should I think about?" I take in a deep breath but the shit isn’t working at all. I can’t control the nauseating feeling pooling in the pit of my stomach and rocking my whole body. I am starting to become greenish. "The breathing isn’t working."

"Umm, think about something else. Something that can distract you." And something clicks in his mind, "Think about Erwin. Call him if you can." he reaches out and starts to rub my back, trying to soothe my nauseating feeling away, he is looking even more distressed than me.

I nod, trying to gulp down the contents that are launching up to my throat. I hastily take out my phone and try to dial his number but my vision blackens and the last restrain slips. I start to take out everything I ate in the last few hours right here in the car.

"Oh Christ..." Leon gasps and for my goodness, I am throwing my guts out on his lap.

I feel like my other shits that reside inside my stomach are going to come out too. I feel Leon’s warm hand rubbing my back and trying to soothe me. It helps somewhat.

"Don’t stop the car now." Leon instructs, "Take the car straight back to the company. We will change our clothes there."

However, my vision is hazy and my heart is pulsing in my ears, my brain is unable to process any of the things they are exchanging. I eventually stop throwing up. My chest is heaving as I breathe heavily. My lungs are burning and the nauseating feeling is yet to go away. My head is spinning all over the place and for the first time, I feel like I will faint.

"Are you okay, Leo?" Leon asks concernedly, his brows knitted together in concern, "Do you feel a little better now?"

"I-I am alright." I slowly strengthen up on my seat, "And I am really sorry about this." I apologize as I run a frustrated hand through my hair. The ugly stench of my vomit is wrecking another nauseating feeling inside me.

"It’s fine..." He says though it’s not fine at all.

The car is ruined and his perfectly pressed is a sight I never want to witness in a million years. And then here I am, I am practically rolling in my puke. I can’t believe this...

Kevin starts the air freshener in the full blast as he tries not to look back while he drives. "I-It will take another few minutes to arrive at the company." He informs. He is looking green too as if my sickness has got him too.

However, the whole situation doesn’t affect my older brother’s aloofness. He is sitting beside me with so much poise and calmness that it’s making me feel even more guilty for the entire situation. "Do you always get sick like this now and then?" He asks.

I shake my head, "No... It’s really unusual for me to act like this. I have never gotten motion sick."

"Then did you not eat properly?" Leon asks further, trying to figure out the reason behind my sudden sickness, "Is this why you got sick?"

I shake my head again, "No. I ate properly this morning before getting out of the house. Erwin never let me go to work with an empty stomach."

"Then are you feeling nervous or tense for some reason?" Leon inquires further and I am losing my patience to answer his incoherent questions.

"I am perfectly fine, brother." I huff, "I am not nervous nor tensed about anything."

The air freshener is doing a little to subside the rotten stench of my puke. And I am feeling extremely uncomfortable sitting her like his. I want to get out of these clothes as soon as possible. My precious car is ruined too. I picked it up only the morning before yesterday. I don’t want to get rid of this car this early. So I need to get it clean too. And I have to pay a good amount of money for that, I assume.

"So why did you feel sick suddenly?" Leon seems frustrated about the whole questioning and answering situation, "You were perfectly fine back there. Did they feed you something that made you feel this way?" However, he doesn’t stop.

"No, Leon." My head falls back in frustration and I rub my face exasperatedly, "I didn’t touch any food there."

Leon stares at me for a beat before averting his gaze and shaking his head, "Then why are you so sick suddenly?"

"God, Leon, I majored in business, not in medicines." I run another hand through my pink hair, making it even messier than it already is, "I am not supposed to know what is wrong with me. And for fuck’s sake how much time do you plan to take, Kevin?" I snap at Kevin, who flinches at my sudden outburst.

"You should see a doctor." He suggests, "Call Ruth if you need to."

"I will." I nod, "Let me get myself cleaned first. And...you should get cleaned too."

"This is an obvious thing, Leo, that I will," Leon says.

"We are here," Kevin announces as he pulls into the long driveway of the company.

***

I sit down on the couch, my hair is slightly damp, and my cheeks are flushed as I have taken a hot bath. I felt so uneasy earlier and disgusted that I had to take a bath to shake off the feeling of nausea. I have sent my car to get cleaned and I am now alone in my office.

I pull out my phone and text Ruth.

LEO: Hey...

RUTH: You screwed something up, didn’t you?

LEO: How do you know?

My eyebrows jump in surprise.

RUTH: There is always something wrong when you text me like this.

He knows me too well.

RUTH: So spit it out already. What’s wrong?