Page 66 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

I sighed, "Talk to him, and you two should make a concrete decision about this. It's actually a very serious matter."

"I will," she assured me as she got to her feet, "Thank you, Dr. Richards."

"It's no problem, Miss Jones," I said with a smile, "One more thing. Don't get desperate."

She nodded and left.

As she opened the door, Sarah walked in with Adam; they were talking about some reports.

"Fancy seeing the man at the top visiting my office," I crossed my arms.

"It's a pleasure seeing you as well, Dr. Richards,” he said with a smile.

We both stared at each other, and I eventually found myself grinning. He wanted to say something but shook his head negatively.

"Not to interrupt the moment, but here you go, sir," Sarah said as she handed him a folder.

"What's up?" I inquired.

"Some celebrity is coming over tomorrow. I've handled a similar case before, but I need to study," he replied as he flipped through the papers. He gave a nod of satisfaction, "Can't be too careful."

"May I know the case and patient?" I raised a brow.

"Hospital policy, so no can do, toots," he said as he waved a finger, "But…maybe you can join me."

"Tempting, but tomorrow's my day off," I said as I stretched, "I haven't been home in a while."

"Oh, do you have plans for tomorrow then?" He asked.

Judging by the smirk and his eyes, I could tell what he was asking:'Do you want to hang out with me after the case?'

"Unfortunately, my aunt is in town and I wasn't able to meet with her the last time," I replied, "I just want to help her out."

Translation: 'Some other time, Dr. Hunt.'

"Alright then," he sighed, "Best of luck. Thank you, Sarah."

"I was feeling third-wheely," she snorted, "But you're welcome, sir."

He chuckled and waved us goodbye as he closed the door behind him.

My impression of him had changed tremendously.

"I see you grinning," Sarah said as she pinched my cheek.

"Whaaaat?" I rubbed my cheeks.

"‘What?’ she says," She chuckled, "I thought you didn't like him."

"Who says I like him now?" I raised a brow.

"Right, keep saying that till you believe it," she smirked.

I rolled my eyes as I twirled.

“By the way, the girl who left here seemed down in the dumps,” she said, “What was her diagnosis?”

“Pregnant,” I replied.

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