Page 63 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

Crystal

It had been two weeks since I had slept at Adam's house.

Although I immersed myself in work, there were moments when I found myselfswayedby a certain boss of mine.

I couldn't really explain the feelings I had for him. I mean, it was comprised of different things.

From smirking when I noticed his jealous gaze as I spoke to my male colleagues in more comfortable tones than I did with him…to looking for an excuse to see his face, either in his office or at the cafeteria.

When he acted too grumpy or blushed, it made me smile.

I was getting more comfortable with the doctor who had kissed me during my failure at the emergency surgery.

"And then you have to try the show me in," Harold said, disrupting my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I raised a brow.

"What?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Dinner? We were talking about dinner," he said.

"Oh yeah, right," I nodded, "Can we reschedule? I don't think I can make it tonight. I have my aunt around and all."

"But you said…" he stopped, "Okay, what's going on, Crystal?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb," he crossed his arms.

We weren't in my office, just sitting in the waiting area for the emergency ward. There was no emergency though. I needed the air and he had followed me, so I had decided to sit here.

Some nurses walked by us but didn't say anything or spare us a glance…except the male doctors who would occasionally keep staring at me.

"I'm not playing dumb," I said.

"Look, I know what happened at the emergency surgery a few weeks back," he said.

My heart stopped, and I started to panic but maintained a calm expression.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes filled with worry.

Oh… he was talking about something else.

Or…. could he have been worried that I was secretly being gossiped about?

"I know you lost your patient. And from what I heard, the victim had the same kind of accident your dad did," he explained, "I can understand why you've been out of it since then."

Oh, right…that.

"I'm sorry, it's just been weird lately," I sighed, "I actually thought I had a chance of saving him."

"It was a puncture to the heart," he reminded me, "Not even the great Adam Hunt had that kind of success when he was around your age."

"Really?"

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