Page 46 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

I took off my flats and ran bare-footed towards the station as the rain increased its downpour.

I arrived at the station soaked like an abandoned puppy.

There was no one else there and as my luck would have it… there was no bus either.

I let out a sigh and checked my wristwatch. It was a few minutes past 7 PM. I squatted and hugged my knees, trying to build up warmth.

I watched cars driving by and people with their umbrellas.

I didn't know anyone here… so I wasn't confident asking anyone for shelter under their umbrellas.

"I should have just stayed at the hospital," I said to myself and shivered from the cold.

A car suddenly stopped in front of the station, and I got to my feet.

The driver wound down the passenger window and I saw Adam.

"Get in. You’re a doctor. You are very much aware of the dangers of pneumonia," he said with a warm smile.

I guess at that moment, he was a knight in shining armor.

I got into the car and he turned up the heater.

I let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much. I'm sorry, I'm soaking your seat."

"I don't mind," he said as he pulled the car into gear, "My house isn't far from here; we'll get you warmed up and something to wear until the rain stops.”

A nice offer. I was really grateful, but I thought about it for a second and… maybe he had rescued other girls like this.

I was just another among the masses.

He chuckled a little.

"What's up?" I asked as I placed my hands in front of the air vents.

"I'm feeling nervous," he replied.

"Nervous? You? Why?"

"Well, this is the first time I've ever brought someone to that ghost house," he replied, as if reading my mind, "I haven't even been there in almost a month or so."

"Is it clean?" I couldn't help asking.

"Well, I hired a cleaning service; hopefully they did their jobs," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"You're quite… something, Dr. Hunt," I said.

"Adam."

"Hmm?"

"It's Adam, Crystal," he said, "We're not in the hospital anymore. You don't have to be so formal…Dr. Richards."

He had a point.

"Fine, Adam," I said.

His gaze softened and he nodded in approval. So, he preferred to be called by his name.

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