Page 16 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

I chuckle. "I highly doubt that, but it could be fun to try something new."

"Exactly!" Michael exclaims, grinning. "And who knows, maybe you'll surprise yourself."

I consider it for a moment before nodding. "Okay, I'll give it a shot. When were you thinking of going?"

"How about Saturday afternoon?" Michael suggests.

"I think I'm free then. What time?"

"Let's say around 2 pm?" Michael proposes.

"Sounds good to me," I agree, feeling a little excited about the prospect of trying something new.

"Great!" Michael says, looking pleased. "I'll pick you up at your place."

"Thanks," I reply, feeling grateful for the offer. "I'll see you then."

As Michael and I discuss the weekend, Dr. Patel walks into the office. I've always been a bit intimidated by her since she is one of the top residents in our program, but she is always friendly and welcoming.

"Hey, Dr. Patel," I greet her, "How's it going?"

"I'm good, thanks," she replies with a smile, "What are you guys up to?"

Michael quickly fills her in on his plan to go play table tennis, and Dr. Patel laughs. "I used to play all the time in college," she says, "I'm still pretty good. Mind if I join you guys?"

We are super excited to have her join us, and we quickly make plans to meet up at the club on Saturday afteroon.

"It's a date, then," Michael says with a grin.

Dr. Patel nods, "See you guys on Saturday."

After chatting with Dr. Patel for a bit longer, Michael and I go back to discussing our weekend plans. We talk about going to a new restaurant that has just opened up in town and catching a movie afterwards. Michael even suggests that we invite some of our other friends from the residency program to join us. Before I know it, it’s already lunchtime and we all go our separate ways to grab something to eat. I decide to head to the hospital cafeteria and grab a sandwich before heading back to the wards. I am filled with anticipation for this weekend’s plans.

As I walk through the hospital corridors, I can’t help but think about the upcoming weekend. It’s nice to have something fun to look forward to after a long and stressful week of work. I’m excited to try my hand at table tennis, even though I have never played before. It’s always good to try new things and step out of my comfort zone. I love enjoying time with my resident colleagues outside of work. There are many aspects of their personalities and experiences that we don't get to discover at work. As these thoughts wonder in my head, I grab lunch and relax while eating and scrolling on my phone in the cafeteria.

When I finally arrive at the wards, I immediately get to work attending to my patients. I spend the next few hours checking in on their progress, reviewing their charts, and discussing their treatment plans with the rest of the medical team.

As the day wears on, I grow increasingly tired, but I know that there are still many patients who need my attention. So, I take a deep breath and continue on, trying my best to provide the best possible attention for everyone who comes under my care.

Dante

I walk out of my office and start heading towards the patient’s room. As I reach the door, I see Ally walking from the other end of the corridor. Our eyes meet for a moment, and then she turns around and walks away. I want to chase after her and talk to her, but I don't want to create a scene in front of the nurses. So, I enter the room and start talking to the patient. We discuss the patient's condition, and I take notes as he tells me about his symptoms. I ask him a few more questions, and he tells me about his recent history. As I'm writing things down, I notice that the patient seems to be getting tired, so I thank him and tell him that we'll continue the conversation later.

A nurse enters the room, and I give her instructions on how to adjust the patient's medication. Then I head back to my office, but Ally is still on my mind. I can't stop thinking about her, and it's distracting me from my work. I pace around my office for a while, trying to clear my head, but it doesn’t work.

Eventually, I decide to go find Ally. I remember that she works in the office for the resident physicians, so I head over there.

When I arrive, I see Michael, one of the other residents. I walk up to him and we start talking. I ask him about Ally, and he tells me that she's gone home for the day. I'm disappointed, but I try not to show it. After a while, I head back to my office, grab my things and leave the building. I get into my car and sit behind the wheel, taking a deep breath.

I can't help but feel frustrated and angry that Ally is not talking to me, and she seems to have been distancing herself from me. Why would she do that? It's not like we have been fighting for days or anything. I turn on the car, put on some classical music, and drive off towards my home. The streets of Richmond are bustling with activity, but tonight, everything seems dull and uninteresting to me. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Ally and how she has been avoiding me lately. I thought a lot about our conversation after she left my home without even talking with me. I tell myself that we bonded at a deeper level but her actions have been different today.

As I drive, I notice the beautiful city skyline, the bright lights, and the bustling streets. However, I can't seem to appreciate its beauty tonight. The music is calming, but it only amplifies the pain I feel inside. My thoughts drift back to Ally, and I can't help but feel like I have messed up big time. I was too harsh on her, and I should have listened to her reasons for leaving. The streets are busy as usual, but everything seems to be moving in slow motion. The honking of cars and the chatter of people on the streets sound like a distant echo to me. My mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Ally, and I can’t seem to find any comfort in my surroundings but feel sad that she's not here with me.

When I finally make it home, I park the car and head inside. The house is quiet, and the emptiness reminds me of Ally's absence. I pour myself a glass of whiskey and sit on the sofa, staring at the empty space in front of me. The city outside may be beautiful, but my heart is heavy with the weight of our argument.

I pick up my phone and try calling Ally again, but she doesn't pick up. I put the phone down and take another sip of whiskey, feeling defeated. I know I messed up when I spoke rudely to her, and I'm not sure how to make things right. The night seems to stretch on forever, and I'm left with nothing but my thoughts and the empty space around me.

As I finally head to bed, I can’t distract myself from my pessimistic thoughts and I feel like everything around me is dark and gloomy. The city of Richmond may be beautiful, but with the way I'm feeling about Ally, everywhere and everyone looks sad. I close my eyes, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

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