Myra teased, trying to ease the tension, "Look at you, owning a car now!"

"It's just for my job," he murmured.

Choosing not to delve deeper, Myra located his car and assisted him into the front seat.

As she was about to join him, her phone rang. Checking the caller ID, she saw it was Ameer.

He was likely wondering why she hadn't come back yet. Sliding into the driver's seat, Myra answered, "Hey, Ameer."

Ameer's voice came through anxiously. "The desserts are about to melt. Where are you?"

"I stumbled upon Keanu. He's been drugged, and I'm driving him to the hospital," Myra quickly explained.

“What? Okay, I'll pay the bill and join you there," Ameer responded, his tone filled with concern.

After ending the call, Myra started the car.

Keanu, sitting beside her, was visibly struggling; his face was red, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes burned with a troubling intensity.

He fixated on Myra, gulping as his hand edged closer to her involuntarily.

Reacting swiftly, Myra slapped his hand away. "Control yourself, Keanu!"

Keanu panted heavily, eyes darting to a nearby hotel. With a strained voice, he pleaded, "Myra, I'm losing it. Let's go to that hotel first."

Shocked, Myra said sharply, "Seriously? Just because I'm helping doesn't mean I'm going to sacrifice everything for you, you know!"

Keanu, nervously swallowing, explained, "You're misunderstanding. It's still a long way to the hospital. If you don't want me to completely lose it, we need to stop at the hotel so I can cool down with a shower."

Realization dawned on Myra, easing her tension.

Exhaling in relief, she agreed, "Alright, just hang on. I'll drive us to the hotel right now."

She swerved the car towards the hotel.

Meanwhile, Rosie, having caught a taxi, instructed the driver to follow them discreetly.

She watched as Keanu's car stopped in front of the hotel and quickly took a picture of Myra assisting Keanu inside.

"Perfect, they're together in a hotel now. This will stir things up with Corrine," Rosie muttered with a smirk.

At the hotel, Myra supported Keanu to the reception, quickly secured a room, and then helped him into the elevator.

Throughout, she kept him alert with pinches and constant dialogue, aiming to maintain his transparency.

Once inside the hotel room, Myra watched as Keanu hurried into the bathroom; the sound of water soon filled the room. Only then did she wipe her own brow and sighed deeply.