Page 114 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

She stopped walking and turned to look at me. It still worried me how her beautiful blue eyes had gotten a lot duller because of my carelessness.

"What is it, sir? Another case?" She asked.

"No, not that," I shook my head, "I've let you have your space, so I just thought you'd give me an opportunity to explain myself."

"Dr. Hunt, with all due respect, I have no idea what you’re talking about, nor do I want any part of it," she replied with a colder stare.

I heard the glass shards left of my shattered heart shatter some more.

"Do not bother me, unless absolutely necessary and it has to do with work, like saving a human life," she continued, "I hope you understand that?"

"Every last word, Dr. Richards," I replied.

"Thank you, Dr. Hunt," she said then turned to leave.

I couldn't do anything besides watch her go.

This was how love worked?

Crystal

"Are you sure that was a good idea?" Sarah asked as I selected a drink I had never tried before from the vending machine at the cafeteria.

"If I don't like it, I'll just give it to you," I sighed as I took the can. It was matcha tea flavor.

"I'm not talking about the drink," she said as she placed her order and got a cola instead.

I knew what she meant, but I just hoped that if I ignored it she would take the hint that I really didn't want to talk about it.

She was worried about me.

I was worried about me too.

"I thought you'd take the hint," I said to her.

"I would drop the subject if you didn't still have feelings for him," she said.

She opened the can and took a sip, "So, are you sure that was a good idea? He seemed sorry and wanted to explain things to you."

She was right though. The feelings for Adam Hunt were still there no matter what I did.

Whenever he walked past me, I occasionally caught him trying to look at me, and he always had an expression that would make my heart feel like it was being torn in two.

So, I had decided to be cold to him.

If I acted cold, maybe eventually the acting would become reality. Like couples in forced proximity romance novels.

But it wasn't working.

Causing him pain by giving him the cold shoulder was backfiring again and again.

Even when I had tried to act professional and watched him help the woman with the caesarian section, I was reminded of how much of a genius he was.

His skillful hands had left me, Catherine, and Sarah without anything to do.

When he had pulled out the baby and it started to cry, I was relieved.

And when I had carried the child in my arms, I wondered how it would feel to make him watch over my pregnancy and birth without him knowing the child was his.

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