All Chapters of Ruined By My Brother-In-Law : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Every part of her ached. Anna groaned, rubbing her shoulders as she walked through the resident lounge. Her shift had ended a couple hours ago, but she'd stayed back to clear some paperwork. She wasn't on the night shift and there was nothing else she was more grateful for. She yawned, pulled the band off her ponytail, and unwrapped the last chocolate in her bag as she slipped into the elevator. She leaned against the steel wall with a sigh. She was bone-tired and starving. The lack of sleep from overthinking the night before only made things worse. And just like that, the memory of him in her ER filled her head. The smirk, the teasing, the way her hands trembled. It looped in her head no matter how many charts she signed. She huffed as the elevator chimed open. It was stupid how she was dwelling so much on it. It'd meant nothing. She'd seen worse flirts. Actually, she'd seen him flirt better. She smiled at a nurse on shift behind the counter and slipped her hands into the p

What would that be? Anna crept toward her door, glancing around like a ghost might jump out, the way they do in those late-night horror movies she watched under her blanket. The smell hit her first. It was faint, sweet, floral, and far too expensive to belong in front of her door. Her eyes widened. Flowers? She blinked at the bouquet sitting by her door, a small white card tucked between the roses like a secret waiting to be found. Beside it was another package, wrapped like it was a fragile egg. A sticky note was pressed on top of it. She leaned down, keeping a cautious distance, like it might explode. The square note read: “Thought you might be too tired to cook.”Her brows drew together and she stooped. “Is that food?” She muttered to herself. She pressed her palm to the package. It was cool to the touch, but there was faint condensation on the plastic it was wrapped in—like it had been sitting there for hours. She picked up the bouquet just as the door opposite her ope

“R&D team just confirmed the prototype for the portable diagnostic scanner passed its first trial.” Jason’s pen stilled mid-signature, the low hum of the city seeping through his office window. His gaze lifted to Ethan, who stood in front of his desk, scrolling his tablet. “They’re calling it PulseView. FDA fast-tracked the approval this morning,” Ethan said, his gaze lifting. “You called dibs on that one.” Jason smiled, signing off a document. “Told you it'd work. You owe me one.” “Seems like it,” Ethan said with a shrug. Jason swirled his seat toward the floor-to-ceiling window, the city glowing in the afternoon sunlight. “If PulseView performs as I projected, we’ll be moving to field testing in a couple of months.”Ethan nodded, tapping something into his tablet. “I want the outreach program in Kenedy County set up before that.”“Rural Texas?” Ethan asked.Jason nodded. “Yes. Build a mobile clinic. Homestays for staff. Our personnel will work with underfunded clinics—free di

Anna knew the moment Jason snapped out of whatever trance her entrance had cast. He smiled faintly, muttered an apology, and reached for the bouquet on the table. “For you, Milady,” he said, then moved to pull her seat back. “Please, sit.”Anna sat, smiled her thanks, then sniffed the red roses. “Do you happen to know they're my favorite?”“Yes,” Jason answered. Anna's eyes narrowed, legs crossing under the table. “You know that sounds stalkerish, right? As does your other gestures.” Jason leaned back. “Depends on how you look at it, don't you think?” Anna's gaze moved from the bouquet to him. “Humor me, how exactly do you look at it, Mr. Knight? Romantic?”He shook his head with a smirk. “No. Necessary.”Anna frowned. Jason’s voice smoothed out. “First, I owe you an apology, Princess.”Anna raised a brow. “For?”“For the poor timing of the flowers,” he said, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. “You weren’t home to receive them. That was… my mistake.”Anna leaned back slightly,

It wasn't Jason. Just a staff member. Anna wasn't sure what she felt—relief it wasn't him, or disappointment that it wasn't. She was so caught between wanting him and reason. Maybe because it's been a while she had sex? Was that it? What had just happened right there in the restaurant—in the open—was clear evidence of what being around him was doing to her. Unraveling her one glance, one breath, one touch at a time.She kept forgetting he was Julian's brother. Her brother-in-law. Family. It wasn't right. Worse, if things went south between them, it could affect Elena’s newfound happiness.Did I just cross a line I shouldn't have?She forced a smile, which the waitress returned politely. “Mr. Knight requested I escort you to your new table,” she said. Anna gave her a dazed look. “Sorry… what?” “Mr. Knight requested a table change. He asked that I escort you—he didn't want you getting turned around,” the waitress explained. Anna stared at her. What exactly is going on? She