GoodRead"Tell me the truth. You've been hounding me for ages just for this, haven't you?" Karen wore a look that saw right through him; her scoff was dripping with contempt.
Jeffery was at a loss for words, but frustration bottled up inside as he held back.
"Karen, you sure have a way with summaries!" He gave her a thumbs-up as a sarcastic gesture, "Was it not who asked you first to be my girlfriend? And you said no! | never wanted such... such improper affair to maintain between us.” "You even know the word ‘improper, huh?" Karen shot him a piercing glance, checked the time on her phone, and nodded towards the market by the entrance of the community, "You better go shop.” Jeffery's mind could never keep pace with Karen's whims.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Shop for what?" "Condoms! Or are you planning on making babies?" In silence, Jeffery's lips twisted uncomfortably. He disliked the way she treated their situation as if it was nothing more than a transaction.
Karen just wanted to shake him off and get away from his grasp.
"Still standing there?" Jeffery's lips quivered slightly, his voice involuntarily lowering, "No need to buy. I've got some in the car." "Hmph," Karen snorted, pushing him back a step, "Let's go then. Where to?" "Now? Right now?" "Mr. Turner, I'd appreciate it if you could make it quick. My folks are waiting for me at home." With those words, she strode off ahead, her casual indifference casting Jeffery in the light of a lover seeking validation.
Dorothy Sanchez took a stroll around the hospital, appreciating the remarkably fresh air there.
The hospital's location was ideal. It was situated just before a forest, where one could breathe deeply and even catch the scent of fresh foliage.
She found a bench and sat down, in no rush to return to the ward. She wanted to give Everett some space, to avoid a barrage of questions upon her return.
She had agreed to a one-month arrangement with Jonathan Lopez, and only a few days had passed. She wanted to spend these last moments with Everett, not dwelling on the future or the nature of their relationship to come.
"Ms. Sanchez?" Quincy, returning from the storeroom with medication, could vaguely see her silhouette from afar. But she only dared to greet her when she came closer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDorothy glanced her way and smiled, "Dr. Quincy." "What are you doing out here? Don't you need to be with Mr. Lopez?" Quincy, holding the medication, offered a gentle smile. Her lab coat was as immaculate as ever.
"Just needed some air." Dorothy answered.
"Oh." Quincy set the medication on the bench and crouched in front of Dorothy, carefully rolling up her pant leg, "Good timing, | can take a look at your leg!" She displayed none of the airs typical of a wealthy heiress. Her gaze was filled with concern for her patient's ailment, devoid of any hesitation or distaste.
Some renowned doctors would carry an air of superiority even if they were in her home country, expecting patients to conform to their examination process. But Quincy was never like that.
"Does it hurt much? The bruising hasn't faded, but it's healing." "It's not too painful anymore, just have to take it slow when walking.” Dorothy had nearly tripped while rushing out earlier.
Quincy nodded and gave her a solemn piece of advice, "You need to be careful. It's your leg we're talking about! If it doesn't heal right, you could be limping for life!" Dorothy laughed at her remarks, "Okay, | get it." She watched Quincy, always so serene and gentle. So she thought Quincy would make a patient, caring mother someday...
"Dr. Quincy, do you like kids?"
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