Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

218. Serious

“I’ve never gotten a nosebleed before like this,” suddenly I find myself saying to this woman who I met just minutes ago. “Think it’s serious?”

“It does look like that,” the masked woman notes, and digs into her pocket before handing me an unopened package of tissues, “here you go, I have a feeling you’re going to need more of these. Did you hit your head somewhere? Got a headache?” she looks around, “I mean, with a place like this I might have wondered if you had said the wrong thing to the wrong person.”

“Nothing that exciting,” I do not know why I’m speaking to her as if I had known her forever. This level of familiarity is bizarre, but it doesn’t feel wrong. She’s still holding out the tissues, and wiggles her hand trying to get my attention, “thank you very much.” I take the tissues.

“If it’s not too forward of me, can I ask you what’s wrong?” the woman questions conversationally, “I caught sight of you just a while ago, and I swear I wasn’t talking to you. I noticed that you loo