Page 14 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

I end the call and toss my phone to the side, falling back heavily on the bed. What the hell was Ally thinking, just leaving without telling me? Does the time we spent together mean anything special to her?

I try to calm myself down by taking deep breaths, but the frustration lingers. After a few moments of lying there, I can feel my anger boiling over, so I get up and head to the swimming pool. I dive in and submerge myself, the cool water enveloping me, blocking out the noise in my head. I stay under for a while, feeling my heartbeat slowing down, then come up to the surface and do some laps. It feels good to work out the frustration through swimming, but as I get out of the pool, Alfred comes out and calls to me.

"Mr. Dante, are you alright?" he asks, handing me a towel.

I give him the thumbs up, and he seems to relax. "I'm fine, thanks," I say, drying myself off. "Sorry for earlier, I shouldn't have grabbed you like that."

"It's alright, sir," he says, smiling. "I understand you were upset. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I shake my head. "No, thanks. Just give me some time to cool off."

We start walking back to the living room, and Alfred brings up Ally. "Do you mind me asking what happened, sir?" he says cautiously.

I pause for a moment, trying to organize my thoughts. "We met in Greece a while back, and we...made love that same night," I say, feeling my cheeks flush at the memory. "I left the next morning but lost her contact number, and now I've met her again at our hospital where I am the new Chief Neurologist."

"I see," Alfred says thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps this is a sign that you two are meant to be together."

I scoff at the idea. "I don't know about that. She just woke up and left without telling me anything."

Alfred nods sympathetically. "I understand, sir, but sometimes people have their reasons. Perhaps you could try talking to her and seeing what's going on?"

I consider his words for a moment. "Maybe you're right. I'll see if I can get in touch with her later."

I head to the kitchen and see that Ally has already prepared breakfast. I can't help but smile at the sight of it, and the omelette looks delicious. I take a seat and start eating, savoring the taste. After breakfast, I head back to my room and start getting dressed slowly. I choose a white button-up shirt with black pants, feeling the silk fabric against my skin. The outfit is completed with a pair of black leather shoes, making me look polished and refined though I feel mentally weak.

I head to my car and drive off to the hospital, both nervous and excited. When I arrive, I head straight to my office. However, I see her in the hallway, rushing from one patient to the next, her white coat billowing behind her. I catch up to her and grab her hand.

"Ally, we need to talk," I say, my voice low.

"I'm sorry, Dante. I have a patient to attend to," she replies, trying to pull away.

"It won't take long. Please," I beg, my heart racing.

She stops and looks at me, her eyes filled with concern.

"What is it, Dante?" she asks, her voice soft.

"I love you, Ally. But what you did this morning hurt me."

"I’m sorry, Dante." she says, pulling her hand away from mine. "But my patients need me. Can we talk later?"

I nod, feeling a bit disappointed but understanding her responsibilities. "Of course. I'll be waiting for you."

Ally nods at me before pulling away and heading towards the ICU. I watch her go, feeling a surge of pride and admiration for the woman I love.

"Hey, Dante!" a voice calls out, interrupting my thoughts.

I turn around to see Dr. Peters, my assistant, walking towards me. He greets me with a smile and a nod, and we head towards my office.

"So, what brings you here today, Peters?" I ask, trying to shake off my earlier mood.

"We've got a few cases lined up for you today. I've already prepared the files for you," he says, handing me a stack of papers.

I flip through the files, taking note of the various cases I'll be handling that day. As I read through them, my mind drifts back to Ally, and I can't help but wonder what she's doing at that moment.

"Is everything okay, sir?" Peters asks, noticing my distraction.

"Yeah, sure," I reply, my voice tinged with frustration.

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