Thud, thud, thud!Mrs. Fowler's knocking became even more urgent, "Come on, Rea. Just listen for once, okay? Or it'd be too late, since your dad might follow him abroad if he leaves…"Rea opened the bathroom door and stared at her in shock. "Do you have to go that far? Are men going extinct or something?!""There are plenty of fish in the sea, but how many actually suit you?" Mrs. Fowler argued. "And you've scared off the few that looked right before, haven't you? We have no choice here—you brought this on yourself.""Fine, but on one condition," Rea said."What is it?" Mrs. Fowler asked. "You know dad's not going to be swayed this time. You best consider carefully what you want.""No one gets to meddle. If I'm to get married, it definitely has to be someone I like."Mrs. Fowler knew how good her daughter was at debating, and that she'd never win. Sighing, she said, "Your dad's not going to be so easily persuaded this time. We've been spoiling you for over two decades—we're ge
Stan continued, "Say something nice and I'll help, but I'm walking away if you're going to keep up that attitude.""Stop."Rea promptly caught him—she would be really embarrassed if she let him go, only for her dad to go looking for him."So what should I say?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. "Please?""Not nice enough," Stan smiled in slight amusement. "If you need to ask for a favor, you should at least look the part. Get it?"Rea had certainly not been harassed like this, and she was left heaving, almost exploding right then."Am I not being nice enough?" She asked, as she had bent herself backwards.Stan leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Which part of you, exactly?"Rea was nonplussed, but her cheeks flushed beet red in realization, since she was frustrated too. "You little…""Tut, tut," Stan clicked his tongue. "You're actually blushing? Are you that innocent? Never noticed that myself… but since you're blushing that hard, I'll help you out."Rea was going to snap at
Rea told him, "Just keep your mouth shut and try not to talk.""Be mute—got it," Stan nodded, but leaned forward, "Your parents wouldn't be interested if I'm mute, huh?"Rea snorted coolly, meeting his eyes up close. "What? Are you really trying to get my parents to like you?"Stan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Nope. Just asking."Rea rolled her eyes. "And you're the first man I've ever lost to."She suddenly jammed her foot on the pedal, and her car suddenly lurched forward, catching Stan off guard.As he was pressed into his seat from inertia, his eyes widened in shock as he looked at Rea, "Why are you driving so fast?"Rea completely ignored him, but she wasn't slowing down either.Stan had to catch the car grab handle, "And how did you lose to me? I never did anything to you. Are you trying to get me killed?"Rea huffed. "Shut up."Stan blinked. "I came to help, but I guess I was wrong—stop!!!"There was a SUV dead ahead, and Rea missed it by inches.Stan was so petrif
Irene Spencer was married to a bridegroom who never showed up at their wedding.The bed sprinkled with rose petals that formed a distinct heart shape, along with the decorations within the suite, were all a slap to her face.It was humiliating! It was unbearable! However, there was nothing she could do about it! All her life, she had been under the control of others ever since she was born.Even her marriage to the Jefferson family was because of her father's greed.Her grandfather used to be Mr. Jefferson's chauffeur and had sacrificed himself to save Mr. Jefferson in an accident. Her family managed a small company and incurred a serious debt. On the verge of bankruptcy, Irene's shrewd father predicted that they had already reached the limit of favors they could ask for from the Jeffersons. As such, he resorted to sacrificing Irene for the sake of his personal gain—by proposing to Mr. Jefferson to have his grandson, Isaac Jefferson, marry her. It was overwhelmingly advanta
The hospital chief said, "That's her, Whitney Cox—she was on clinic duty last night."Stan entered, glanced at Whitney's name tag, and said, "Come with me."Whitney was puzzled. "What?""Oh, just go," the hospital chief pulled her along, seemingly not in the mood for questions. "Don't keep Mr. Jefferson waiting."Soon, Whitney was in the chief's office, where Isaac was lying on the couch. One would notice his tall and broad frame immediately, and it would take a second look to see that his lips were pale. The thick smell of antibiotics in the hospital hid the scent of blood that lingered on him as well.He was dressed in all black, exuding a domineering aura, with a single look enough to instill fear in a person!Stan walked up behind Isaac, leaned downward, and whispered, "They must have destroyed all the cameras to destroy any evidence of their presence. Also, this is Whitney Cox—the doctor on clinic duty last night. The hospital chief confirmed it, and I checked the records as
It was Irene's upperclassman, Zachary Slate. They had graduated from the same teaching hospital, though he was her senior by two semesters. Being a returnee, he was pretty famous in the country now, but he had always taken good care of Irene, and they were good friends."Shoot." Her reply was brisk."I have an outpatient visit to make, but something came up. Could you sub in for me?"Irene glanced at that time. She only had two surgeries in the afternoon and no outpatient visits for the day, so she had time in the morning. "Sure," she replied. "The address is Unit 306, Section A, Rose Garden. Tell them that you're looking for a Mr. Hill—Security will understand.""Okay.""Also, don't mention this case to anyone else at all, and don't ask the patient any questions. Just treat him—that's all you have to do," Zachary instructed her solemnly. "Got it," Irene replied, hung up, and headed straight to the designated address. Rose Garden was a luxury residential area, where privac
Keeping her head down, Irene walked up to her Gladstone bag. She did not forget her obligation as a doctor as she said, "You shouldn't let your stitches come in contact with water. Apply antiseptic once per day, and try to wear loose clothes that don't brush against the stitches."Putting down several small packs, she added, "These are pills for oral use, and this is the antiseptic.""Okay," Isaac replied flatly without turning around. Naturally, Irene said nothing in return and left with her bag.It was almost eleven after she caught a taxi to return to the hospital. She had a simple meal at the cafeteria but was summoned to the hospital chief's office once she returned to the clinic. His expression was solemn as if there was something he was hesitant to say, but eventually, he told her, "I'm going to let Whitney Cox take the internship at the Second Militarized Zone." Irene was stunned, but she did not give up immediately. "Didn't you agree before that I would be going?"
Zachary had come hitching a ride from Isaac to meet up with Irene.When he saw that it was Whitney coming instead, he alighted. "I'm leaving."After that, Whitney got in and sat opposite Isaac, feeling insecure since she realized that Isaac had mistaken her for someone else.However, she already experienced the benefit of his influence—the chief of the hospital had always admired Irene, but Isaac just had to speak, and Whitney was given the internship at the Second Militarized Zone instead.She had made up her mind to keep him.Such an opportunity—such good fortune—would only happen once in a lifetime. It was a blessing from the gods, and she must therefore seize it. "I've made up my mind," she said, looking up.Isaac twitched—he did not expect her to decide so quickly. Though he appeared unconcerned, he was actually curious about her answer."I don't want anything."Whitney knew for sure that something important must have happened, which was why Isaac had offered to take her