Page 111 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Ambulance on its way. A labor," she replied.

"Oh, good luck then," I said with a smile.

"Thank you," she smiled as well, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"When's your next break?" I asked.

"Harold," she stopped walking, "Pretend like my attempt to kiss you didn't happen. Okay?"

"What kiss?" I raised a brow.

She smiled more genuinely this time. "Thank you." She continued walking, and I didn't follow her.

"Sounds like it was just an attempt," a familiar voice said behind me.

I turned, and Adam and Catherine walked past me.

"Keep it that way," he warned.

I clenched my fists in frustration.

The bastard was treating me like a background character in the story who would only get one chapter for himself.

***

I didn't have anything to do that evening, so I headed to the local bar.

I had only ordered a glass of whiskey when I felt that someone was watching me. I turned and noticed a woman at the end of the counter.

She wore a gown that split at the side, revealing her thigh.

I knew her.

She knew me as well.

She stood up and walked towards me, sitting right next to me.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Harold," I replied.

"Amanda Williams," she introduced herself as she stretched her hand towards me. I accepted her hand and shook it, suspicious of her intentions to approach me.

"You work at Adam Hunt's hospital, don't you?" She asked.

"Yes, I do," I replied, "Is there a problem?"

"Do you like Adam?" She asked.

"No," I frowned as I looked away and focused on my glass, "I can't stand him."

"Why?"

"He took someone I wanted, and he hurt her," I replied. I honestly didn’t know why I was telling her all this. Maybe I just needed someone to vent to and she had turned up.

"I'm assuming it's the girl who stole him from me," she said.

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