Chapter 807



For a while, he just sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at her, his eyes deep and unreadable.

He found himself wondering when Catherine would finally notice his feelings for her.

Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

After a while, he turned off the lights and left the room.

The next day.

Belinda was swamped with work from morning until the afternoon. She barely even had time to get lunch at noon.

It wasn’t until well past four in the afternoon that she finally finished working and had the chance to sit down and rest.

Just then, a nurse came in to say, “Excuse me, Dr. Wright. Braden in bed 44 has vomited. Please take a look at him.”

Belinda immediately shot to her feet.

“I’ll do it,” Kylee said.

She stood and glanced over at Belinda. Then, she sneered and left the room.

Belinda sat back down in her chair with a sigh.

Kylee returned about ten minutes later.

“How is Braden’s condition?” Belinda asked.

Kylee raised an eyebrow and said with a touch of impatience, “My mentor’s patients are none of your concern. Don’t forget the hospital’s new regulations. Just focus on your own patients.”

Find your imagination at galn ovels ; con Belinda inhaled slowly. “Remember what I said. Braden is elderly, and his health is steadily declining. You need to keep a close eye on him. Don’t get complacent.”

With that, she turned away.

Kylee sneered and rolled her eyes, completely ignoring Belinda’s advice. She was confident that there would be no problem with the patients, especially with her mentor around.

After clocking off work, Belinda drove back to her place. When she arrived, she saw Lucas waiting for her at the entrance.

She didn’t know how to react.

Did he really have to be so punctual?

Lucas walked up to her, his lips curled into a slight smirk. “I’m not late, am I?”

Belinda chose not to answer him. She strode to her door, unlocked it, and went inside.

She headed straight upstairs to change into her swimsuit.

When she came down, Lucas was already waiting for her at the pool.

Lucas’ eyes narrowed as his gaze swept over Belinda’s figure. Although she was wearing a modest one-piece suit, it still clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her perfect curves.

Lucas’ breathing grew especially heavy when he spotted the hickeys scattered across her neck and shoulders.

He had given her those marks.

Belinda bristled with unease under Lucas’ burning gaze.

She was starting to regret agreeing to these swimming lessons.

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