Chapter Forty Eight

Stacy bit her lips in guilt as she strode elegantly into Carlton's large living room upon arrival, with her eyes roaming every corner from where she stood, looking for him to pop from some corner into the living room. Since he stopped using his wheelchair, she stopped seeing him come from the stairs which lead to his room. He was always everywhere.

"Hi, Mr. Howard," Stacy flashed a sweet smile at Carlton the moment she saw him appear from the wine cellar hallway, while remaining as classy as she should always be.

Though he was her client, she allowed her anger to get the best of her and was rude to him. She didn't like the after feeling of it, and she wanted to make sure that there was going to be no tension around them all day.

Taken aback by her cheerful demeanor considering how they parted the previous day, Carlton struggled with doubt in his mind of what she could be thinking, as he strutted a little close to where she was, "Hi, Doctor," he responded with the same vitality, a sm