Page 11 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

No woman had ever treated me like this. Did she hate me after all?

I finally got my chance to talk to her.

She was outside at the car park, and I saw her light a cigarette.

“Doctors warn that smokers are liable to die young,” I said in quirky remark.

She let out a deep sigh, “Sir, could you please stop following me around? It’s not really professional.”

She put out the cigarette and placed it in the pocket of her scrubs.

“I felt uneasy,” I admitted, “What I did to you in the operating room was wrong. I’m sorry.”

She was quiet…exchanged glances with me and the door behind me.

I sighed, “I really mean no harm.”

She didn’t look like she believed me, “Fine. I accept your apology, but that doesn’t mean I’ve completely forgiven you.”

She was so cute when she tried to act cold.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

She raised a brow and turned to me, “You don’t know my name?”

“I didn’t let Catherine tell me,” I replied, “I just wanted to hear it from you.”

“Crystal…Crystal Richards,” she replied.

Even her name was unique.

“I’m Adam Hunt,” I said as I stretched my hand towards her, “Pleasure to meet you.”

She stared at my hand for a few seconds before accepting my handshake.

Her long, thin, and slender fingers felt like they’d snap if I gripped too hard. They were soft as well. A force of habit would be to kiss them immediately after the handshake, but maybe it was far too early to do that.

“My hand?” she asked when I didn’t immediately release it.

I let go of her, “Sorry about that. You have very beautiful fingers. Fitting for you and your profession.”

I saw her face morph into a smile for less than a second before it changed back to a frown.

“Hmph!” she scoffed and walked past me, “Have a good day, Dr. Hunt.”

I couldn’t resist taking a look at her posterior as she walked towards the entrance…and she definitely had cake. She closed the door behind her, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Maybe the only reason I hadn’t felt at peace was because I had not apologized to her. Now, I could ignore her and return back to the way things had been before I was even aware of her existence.

“Now, who do I call? Susan? Helen?” I asked myself as I pulled out my phone, “Maybe I should call Amanda. I haven’t seen her in two days, and we didn’t get a chance before…”

An image of Crystal’s closed eyes as I kissed her formed in my mind.

I shook my head negatively. This definitely wouldn’t work on me this time.

I had apologized, I had moved on; there was no use thinking about her. I just needed a bigger distraction.

Just then, my phone started to ring. The caller ID read – Hannah.

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