Page 117 of Dr. Damaged Protector

“I never liked you,” I snarled, “so please stop trying to ruin my life. Tell me what the hell you want.”

“Fine,” he said and looked like he had finally made up his mind. “I'm sorry I visited the hospital during your work hours. But when will it be possible for us to sit down properly and discuss matters.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Will that be all?”

“Yeah, I think that's all,” he said. “Just reply to my texts, okay.”

“Never come here unless it's a medical emergency,” I warned.

“Wow, you actually care about my ailments,” he said, placing a hand on his chest, “I'm really touched.”

“I'm glad you are, but please leave,” I pleaded.

“Alright then. Just get ready for a little meeting, that's all,” he said, “and take good care of yourself.”

“You too.”

I made sure he was gone before I returned to the hospital. This was getting out of hand. I had to resolve it as soon as possible. Even if it meant going for a meeting.

Chapter thirty-four

Trust is a Key

Lucas

When I introduced her as my lover by kissing her at the entrance of the hospital, I felt my heart leave my chest. I did not expect to feel this just from a kiss. I ignored the questions from the staff and left them for Olivia to deal with…but it felt good.

When my workers would sing her praises, and I smiled. For instance, when one of them spoke about how neat she was, I remembered that she would wake up in the morning with the messiest hair I'd ever seen. She would rather stay in her night clothes for another hour before finally cleaning up.

When they said she was serious-minded and focused, I would remember watching her seriousness at work. She would be studying recipes to help her beat my skill. When they would say she dressed elegantly and seductively, I would remember her making an outfit from one of my dress shirts or any random clothing she could lay her hands on.

When they mentioned that she gave them peace of mind, I could always relate to it. In fact, I once told them that they had no idea just what level of peace Olivia offered me. I was ready to defend her no matter and stand by her side. But there were things she didn't tell me; and truth be told, there were things I didn't tell her.

Whenever she was working, she was lost in her own world, drawing wisdom from another dimension, and applying it to her ethics. She would be so lost that she wouldn't notice someone taking a picture of her. By that someone, I meant me.

It became a habit even before we started dating. But something was bothering her now. At home she would be smiling, and then she'd look at her phone, and the smile would disappear. She wouldn't touch her phone again for the rest of the night.

“Is anything wrong?” I would ask, but the response would be, “I just want to stay in your arms.” She would borrow her face in my chest while I embraced her.

“Anything else I can do?” I would ask.

“No just this,” would be her response. I chose to believe that there was nothing wrong.

But it was becoming harder to believe.

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“I can't seem to get her to tell me what's wrong,” I said to Jane.

“Uh….”

“I mean something is clearly the problem,” I continued. “Does she need gifts? Wait, is this because I haven’t bought her things?”

“I don't think it's about stuff,” Jane replied, “but, sir, can we do this after the transplant?”

“It's just a kidney transplant that anyone can do in their sleep,” I answered as I resumed the process.

“Well, at least you're a talented doctor, but you're scaring the interns.”

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