Chapter 5

Emilia's POV

I stilled… literally. His hot breath was still fanning my body.

“Don't cross the lines Adrienne,” I said, pushing him away with the little strength I had in me. I stepped down from the stage. Good thing the time was up already.

My heart was racing, racing faster than it did when I had a dying patient clutching onto my sleeves.

If I had stayed a minute longer, I might have lost control. What the fuck was he doing to me?

His eyes followed me till I left the room. I didn't spend any more time in the building. I got changed and dashed to my home.

Another sleepless night caused by him.

I swore to avoid him like a plague the next day. Adrienne was every bad thing on earth.

My hands shook slightly as I was trying to inject a serum into a tube. The syringe slipped off my fingers and fell to the floor. Fuck! When did I become so clumsy?

I managed to complete the task, and headed back to my office.

It's unhealthy that I am starting to think about a man who was neither my patient, nor my husband.

I had conversations with a few patients, and wore the pretty smile that was expected from all doctors to wear despite whatever was running through their minds.

I rounded up and headed back home. But I could have sworn I felt someone’s gaze on me. Watching.

I already changed my car, so I didn't need to worry about running into him, or having another moment.

Just before I ignited the engine, my phone rang inside my bag. I took it out. It was a call from my husband.

“Hi…”

He cut me off before I could speak. “There is a banquet tonight at the Cavendish’, be there on time,” he stated, and he hung up the phone.

That was pretty normal. He only places orders or makes decisions. No proper planning or conversation.

Thank goddess, he called before I took my leave.

I didn't bother to go home, I drove straight to Sinclair Label — one of Richard’s own boutique.

I always go there whenever I had emergency outings like tonight. Balancing being a trophy wife and a classic surgeon was a full time job and overtime.

Getting to the boutique. The workers quickly presented me a black crepe column gown with matching accessories.

I got changed into it, and I was assisted with doing my makeup. One of the perks of being a billionaire’s wife.

Satisfied, I walked out of the boutique. I was met with one of my husband's cars parked outside the building.

No, Richard didn't come to pick me up. He had never done it. He always sent a car for me instead.

I got into the car, and we drove to the banquet.

We got to there right on time. I plastered a smile on my face, and marched elegantly on the marble floor.

I spotted my husband standing amidst a few men with champagne glasses in thier hands, muttering words I couldn't hear.

I walked towards them. I greeted the men with a wave, and the women with a cheek kiss.

Richard placed his hand around my waist, and I leaned into him, wearing a tighter and a more lovey-dovey smile.

The chatterings went on as the background music faded into the air. Business — That was all they talked about.

The ladies excused themselves and we formed a little gathering of our own. I caught a glimpse of a man who passed by the hallways.

The man bared a striking resemblance to Adriene. No, it can't be him.

He is a surgeon. He has nothing to do with the business world.

Julia's laugh brought back my attention. She was the wife of the second richest man. Rumors have it that her husband dotes on her and treats her like a queen.

The ladies were talking about her and she was giggling shyly while boasting underneath.

I could barely handle this type of women, but I have to keep pretending since I was in their circle.

Everyone here was only wearing fake smiles and trying to dig out secrets about one another.

“Over to you Emilia, how has life been these days?”

I giggled softly. “Healthy,” I replied.

Julia snickered.

Unlike all of them, I wasn't just a housewife, I was self-made, which made me different, and hated.

Julia twirled her wined glass before she threw another question at me.

“I guess that's the way the baby will be formed, right?”

I knew she would pick on me concerning not having a child. She has been doing that for two years since she got her first child.

“Right!” I said, dropping my glass on the tray gently.

“Excuse me ladies.”

They nodded. I found my way to the restroom. I was only trying to get away from them. Another second there wold have been torture.

On my way to the restroom, I bummed into a wall… Not a wall, a man.

“Sorry,” I said almost immediately, before raising my head to see who it was. Adrienne.

Damn? I saw it right earlier. He was at the banquet.

“Hi, Doctor Emilia,” he said with a cold stare.

“Hiiii…” I stuttered.

What was he doing here? Was he stalking me?