Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1003

"Come to Room Six. I'm still in the parking lot and I have something important to tell you." Luther said over the phone.

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly, leaving no chance for Charlotte to speak.

"Oh, okay." Although Charlotte had doubts in her mind, she couldn't ask.

Since Luther told her to go to Room Six, she just went to Room Six.

Charlotte returned to Cecelia and said softly, "Mom, I'll be gone for a while. You wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

"Hmm." Cecelia nodded gently and didn't ask more questions.

She always treated Charlotte with respect and did not interfere too much with her privacy.

"I'll be back soon." With that, Charlotte waved her hand and turned to leave.

Cecelia stood in front of Room Two. She stood upright, her back was straight and her posture was elegant and noble.

She held the performance list for today's piano concert in her hand and looked through it carefully.

In addition to Strauss, the other pianists for the concert tonight were very good, all rising stars in the performance world.

Suddenly, there was a man behind her, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, black slacks, a black duck-tongue hat and a mask, who hurriedly passed her by.

Walking in a hurry, he accidentally bumped into her.

"I'm sorry." The man's voice was low.

"It's okay." Cecelia didn't mind.

She turned slightly to her side to protect herself.

The man was dressed strangely and had a peculiar scent, like some kind of floral fragrance.

Cecelia frowned slightly, and she couldn't tell what the smell was.

After apologizing, the man glanced sideways at Cecelia and hurried away.

Since she was in a public place, Cecelia wasn't overly vigilant and she continued to look at the list in her hands.

However, after the man left, Cecelia suddenly felt uncomfortable in her chest, and gradually, she seemed unable to catch her breath.

The asthma symptoms came too quickly for her to react and the track list slipped from her hands.

"Snap!" Immediately after, the bag in her hand fell to the ground.

Hell, it was her asthma.

She abruptly thought of the man who had just passed her by with an eerie floral scent.

That man must have had some kind of unknown pollen on him, which she must have inhaled, and as a result she had an asthma attack.

She felt so terrible, and Cecelia couldn't catch her breath and was breathing heavily.

She held her neck, her face was white, her lips were blue, and her sweat was gradually seeping out from forehead.

She tried very hard to stand firm, but her legs got weaker and weaker, and finally she couldn't stand anymore and fell heavily to the ground. What an allergen!

It triggered asthma almost instantly.

She surprisingly did not even have the strength to open her wrist bag and take out the medication she was carrying.

Her vision gradually blurred.

Her consciousness gradually lapsed.

When the people around saw Cecelia fall to the ground, they were all panic and had no idea what to do.

At this moment, she could not speak, and could not even lift her hand. She was about to choke, and people around her did not understand what she wanted to do.