Page 76 of Heal Me

And now I'm thinking about what suits him better: shirts or t-shirts.

We leave the dorm and get into a perfectly black Mercedes-Benz GClass.

"I like your car. Perfectly fits the title of poor student".

Danylo looks at me and smiles.

"My grandparents gave me a car for my birthday. In all other cases, I am a poor student who earns his living by doing an internship in a private clinic."

"So who will get your father's company? If you still decided that you will not be a lawyer."

"I don't care who will be the next owner, Ami." "Of course," I nod and purse my lips.

I like watching Danylo drive a car. He is confident, it’s felt everywhere. The way he sits, the way he holds the steering wheel, the way he looks. All this radiates confidence.

"Where are we going?"

"To the club."

"I thought we were going to a party at someone's house, as usual."

"Of course, I can hang out at houses, but I prefer to be with my friends in the club."

"I hope my friends will be there," I hate feeling like a stranger.

"Oh, don't worry, Amelia, they will," Danylo smiles and I exhale.

I think again about the fact that Zlata is now alone at home. I wonder what it's like to be pregnant sitting at home and waiting for your husband who is having fun in a club. Although, of course, Danylo doesn't do anything like that, he doesn't drink and behaves decently, but still...

"I think you have some problems with Zlata lately?"

"You think?" he asks without any emotion, without taking his eyes off the road.

"She is now alone at home, while you are at the club."

"Amelia, I would never leave my wife alone at home if she didn't want it."

"So everything is okay?" I really care about them, I want Danylo to be happy.

"Yes, darling, why are you asking?"

"I worry about you," I honestly answer.

"I’m glad that I have such a sincere friend," he laughs and stops at a traffic light.

Yes, Danylo. Sincere friend. This is exactly the description of me. I need to change my Instagram status to sincere friend, I will sincerely fall in love with you.

We drive up to the club. Danylo says something to the security, and they let us through. He goes upstairs and I follow him.

We are taken to the VIP area and I start to worry more and more. It's definitely not the club party I imagined. This is one of the most expensive private clubs in the city. Only millionaires go here. Or billionaires.

"Ami," exclaims Adele and runs to hug me.

The smoke from the hookah is unbearable, it feels like a thick fog has covered the entire area.

Danylo greets his friends, some of whom I know, and some of whom I am seeing for the first time. We all get to know each other and sit down.

"And where are the others?"

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