เข้าสู่ระบบEMILIA’S POV I returned to the hospital through the side entrance, hoping the quiet hallway would help me settle my thoughts before facing another busy day. Adrienne had left the apartment several minutes before me, just as we planned, but my body still remembered the warmth of his hand and the way he had looked at me before I walked away. I kept my eyes lowered as I moved through the corridor, pretending to be more interested in the patient files against my chest than the people passing by. Then I heard footsteps behind me, followed by a familiar voice calling my name. I turned and found one of the junior nurses smiling at me. “Doctor Emilia, you and Doctor Adrienne came from the same direction this morning,” she observed casually, tilting her head as though she had only just noticed the coincidence. “Were you both attending to an emergency somewhere?” My stomach tightened, but I forced a small laugh and adjusted the files in my arms. “Not exactly. We were both coming from the s
EMILIA’S POV Adrienne’s message arrived just after sunrise, while I stood before my wardrobe, wondering what kind of day I wanted to have. He asked me to meet him after work, and unlike his recent messages, this one mentioned no patients, files, or emergencies. It was personal, and that simple difference made my heart beat faster than I expected. When I entered his car, I immediately asked where we were going. Adrienne glanced at me, amused, before pulling away from the hospital parking lot. “You’ll find out,” he promised, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “And before you ask, we’re not going to my apartment.” His answer made me curious, suspicious, and strangely excited. “Why not?” I asked, turning toward him with a small frown. “You’re the one who invited me.” Adrienne’s expression softened as he watched the road. “Because I don’t want every moment we share happening behind a locked door. I want one day that isn’t connected to fear, secrecy, or Richard.” His words touched
ADRIENNE’S POV I had barely finished my morning rounds when I opened the hospital security report again. The faint trace of disinfectant on the blackmailer’s photographs had stayed in my mind for days. It could have meant nothing, but I had learned not to ignore small details when someone was deliberately hiding the truth. “Doctor Adrienne, are you looking for something specific?” the security supervisor asked, standing beside my desk with a tablet in his hand and a cautious expression on his face. “I need access records for restricted staff information,” I replied, keeping my voice low. “Not patient files. Staff schedules, employment records, private contact details, anything that requires special permission.” The supervisor frowned. “Why do you need that information?” I slid a written request toward him. “Because someone may be using hospital access to gather information about one of our doctors. I don’t want the staff alerted yet. If the person knows we’re watching, they’ll st
EMILIA’S POV The club looked exactly as I remembered it, loud music shaking the walls, colored lights flashing across the crowded room, and strangers laughing as though nothing terrible had ever happened. I stood outside Justin’s office, reminding myself that I had not returned to relive the past. I was there because someone was using that past against me, and I needed answers. Justin looked up when I entered, surprise crossing his face before concern replaced it. He pushed the papers on his desk aside and leaned forward. “Emilia, what are you doing here? You should have called first.” I closed the door behind me, keeping my expression calm while studying his reaction. “I wanted to speak privately, Justin. This couldn’t wait.” He pointed toward the chair opposite him, his eyes moving over my face as though searching for an explanation. “You look worried. Is something wrong?” I sat down, keeping my handbag tightly against my lap. “Someone has been blackmailing me,” I answered, watc
EMILIA’S POV I told myself Adrienne’s distance was necessary, that I had no right to complain when I was the one refusing to make a decision. Still, knowing something was necessary did not make it hurt less. His silence followed me everywhere, filling the spaces between my thoughts and making even the busiest hospital corridor feel strangely empty. At work, I caught myself looking for him without meaning to. I glanced toward his office whenever I passed the doctors’ wing, slowed down near the consultation rooms, and listened for his voice during morning rounds. Each time I remembered he would not be waiting for me, something inside my chest tightened. “Are you looking for someone?” Janet asked, appearing beside me with a file pressed against her stomach, her curious eyes following the direction of my gaze. “No,” I answered too quickly, adjusting the papers in my hands. “I was only checking whether Doctor Williams had arrived.” Janet raised one eyebrow. “Doctor Williams is in the
ADRIENNE’S POV Adrienne noticed Emilia before she noticed him. She stood near the nurses’ station, holding a patient file against her chest while pretending to listen to Janet. Her eyes kept moving toward his office, waiting for him to look up. He did not. He forced himself to remain focused on the report in front of him, even though he had already read the same sentence four times without understanding it. “Doctor Adrienne, the laboratory results for room twelve are ready,” Janet informed him, placing the file on his desk with a careful smile, but her eyes moved between him and Emilia as if she could feel the tension neither of them was willing to explain. “Thank you, Janet. Please leave them here, and remind the nurses to monitor the patient’s temperature every two hours,” Adrienne instructed, keeping his voice calm while he avoided looking at the doorway where Emilia had finally turned away. He had not stopped caring about her. That was the problem. If he had stopped caring, d







