Layla burst out laughing. "Eric, I didn't expect you to hide in the closet. Hahaha! You probably haven't been so embarrassed in your whole life, have you?"

Eric blushed. "Yeah."

"Are you that scared of my parents?" Layla sat down on the bed, laughing.

It was fortunate that the closet happened to be empty and was not too crammed for Eric to hide in.

"I just don't want any trouble. You are still ill, and you won't tell your family about it. What am I supposed to say if they see me?" Eric stood in front of her and stared at her. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah. My parents brought me dinner. There's still a lot of food, and it's still warm. You should eat something, too." Layla stood up and teased, "Eric, you don't act your age... I've never seen a person your age acting like this."

"I guess I've been spoiling you. I should have secretly spoken to your mom the moment I found out you were sick. Your mom only needs to find an excuse to come here and she will be able to expose you without betra