He bent over to check, and sure enough, there was a handful of hair lying on the floor before him.
He froze. That’s a lot of hair…am I suffering from hair loss?
But this looks really bad!
He looked at his reflection in the mirror and was shocked to find that his face had turned about three shades darker.
Wait…is my hair losing its color as well?
His heartbeat quickened.
Suddenly, Nicole let out a loud yelp from outside, making him whip his head around to face her. “I…”
What the hell is going on?
“Mr. Seet! You must be seriously ill! Let me check your pulse!” she screeched.
Evan paled at her words. She might be right…there’s no way I could lose so much hair if I had been healthy!
He stuck out his hand obediently, and glanced at her serious expression apprehensively. What if I’m actually ill? She’ll be so worried for me…
Nicole, on the other hand, felt proud of herself as she pretended to check his pulse.
Should I come up with some serious illness to scare him?
Wait…I probably shouldn’t do that…I’ll regret it if it comes true!
“Good news, Mr. Seet. Your illness doesn’t seem to be a serious one,” she said in the end.
“What is it?” Evan asked hurriedly.
Nicole pondered over it for a moment and said, “Why don’t you tell me the places you went just now? It’ll help me in my diagnosis.”
The places I went?
Nicole’s words put Evan on high alert. Is she trying to interrogate me?
Did Levant spike my tea?
I don’t think he would do such a thing…
He decided to stick to his lie. “I went to visit the kids and spent a few minutes with them downstairs. I didn’t go anywhere else.”
“Did you go alone?” she asked.
“That’s right,” he answered, nodding.
Nicole pouted. “You’re lying!”
Huh? Why is she so sure? Evan frowned.
“You’re sick with the lying bug! Now go and quarantine yourself!” she yelled.
Huh?
Lying bug?
Evan turned around and picked up the handful of hair in the shower to inspect it. The strands seemed to be of similar length to his own, though their black color faded after a few rinses to reveal the original yellow color underneath.
That’s not my hair!
In fact, isn’t this Nina’s fake hair?
He whipped around to stare at Nicole, who stared back for a few seconds before bolting out of the bathroom.
I shouldn’t have revealed my true intentions to him!
Evan washed the ink out of his hair and walked into the bedroom afterward, only to find Nicole bundled up in the sheets like a giant burrito.
“Are you coming out? If not, I’m going to dig you out like a potato,” he warned.
Nicole remained silent, as though she did not hear what he had just said.
Evan reached out to pulled the sheets off her, but Nicole stubbornly refused to let go of them.
“Isn’t it hot in there?” he asked, exasperated.
“It’s all your fault, Evan!” she retorted. “Stop lying to me! You went out to meet your mistress, didn’t you? You liar!”
My mistress?
Did she think that I had been cheating on her?
Did she just call me a liar?
Looks like she won’t have a problem accepting her true identity then…
I’m sure she’ll be fine!
She’s not the kind to scream and cry at the slightest shock after all…
Evan could tell that her past misfortunes had made her more resilient, so he decided to come clean with her.
“Get out of there, and I’ll tell you where I went,” he said.
“Say it!” Nicole yelled, tossing the sheets aside to reveal her flushed cheeks.
…
After hearing Evan’s story, Nicole stared at him incredulously.
“Why do you care about me so much, Evan?”
