All Chapters of Only Her Touch: The CEO’s Forbidden Doctor: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alice’s POVDavid holstered his gun and strode toward me.His bare feet crushed against the gravel, each step sharp and unnervingly loud in the silence. He didn’t spare the two screaming men so much as a glance as he passed them—like stepping over crushed insects.He stopped in front of me.A cold gust off the ocean swept through, tangling my hair. The only thing I was wearing—my white coat—was barely hanging on after being torn, the fabric loose and slipping. The wind cut straight through me, and I began to tremble uncontrollably.David’s gaze dropped.He stared at the red mark on my neck—the scratch left by someone else’s hand—and lingered there for two seconds too long.There was no heartbreak in his eyes.Only a dark, almost feral rage—something destructive, born from the simple fact that someone had touched what he considered his.He said nothing.With a sharp motion, he grabbed an expensive coat from the car and wrapped it around me without warning, pulling it tight.The heavy fa

Alice’s POVWith a low growl, he wrenched the steering wheel, sending the car drifting through the slick curve at a heart-stopping angle. The speedometer needle jumped—then shot past three digits.I clutched Camilla’s burning body against my chest, pressed hard into the seat, my heart pounding in sync with the roar of the engine.“Camilla… baby… I’m sorry,” I whispered through tears. “Mommy didn’t protect you…”“Stop.”David didn’t look at me.His eyes were locked on the road ahead, his grip on the wheel bone-white from tension. “Her fever’s too high,” he said coldly. “Another ten minutes and we risk brain damage.”Red lights.Speed limits.Traffic laws.None of them existed in David Neighley’s world right now.It felt like he was flying a fighter jet through the veins of Los Angeles—every overtake razor-sharp, every turn terrifyingly precise, a kind of controlled madness that left no room to breathe.I turned my head toward him.Neon lights streaked across his face, carving his profil

Alice’s POVThis night was never going to be a restful one.By the time Camilla finally fell into a deep sleep, it was already five in the morning.The sky was pale, gray-white at the horizon, and morning light slanted through the blinds, cutting across the hospital room. David was still standing, rigid but slightly tired, his back to the window.He moved toward it, lit a cigarette, then paused mid-drag. A no-smoking sign caught his eye, and he crushed it against the trash can.Even this small, instinctive gesture left me a little stunned. That commanding, untouchable Neighley—breaking rules, bending the world in his own way—for me and my daughter.“Alice.”He turned, businesslike and cold again. “Pack your things.”“Pack?” I froze. “But Camilla still needs observation for at least two days. The doctors said—”“I mean everything. Pack your things.”He stepped closer, his long legs closing the space between us. His eyes, dark and unyielding, pinned me in place. “I’ve already handled the discharge

Alice’s POV The next morning, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Bel-Air’s living room, washing the first floor in golden warmth.Surprisingly, it didn’t feel as intimidating as I had imagined. David had left early, probably for work, and Charley had brought a brand-new silk nightgown for Camilla—still tagged—and helped her into it without a word about the stained dress from last night.I was sitting on the sofa, thermometer in one hand, feeding device in the other, going through Camilla’s morning checkup.“36.8… stable.” I exhaled, brushing her soft hair back. “Baby, do you want pancakes? The kitchen said they can make some…”A sharp, cutting voice sliced through the quiet morning.“Is this the legendary ‘parasitic’ mother and daughter?”I looked up. Lily stood in the doorway like a queen surveying her territory, pink Chanel suit immaculate, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, multiple Hermes bags dangling from her arms. Behind her, two servants carried vases as

Alice’s POV The afternoon sun bathed Bel-Air in an almost unreal calm.I was seated on the living room sofa, reviewing Camilla’s medication schedule, when Charley hurried in—uncharacteristically flustered—holding a tablet in both hands.“Dr. Alice…” he hesitated. “You should see this. A reporter released it just now. It’s already been shared over three hundred thousand times.”My heart skipped.I took the tablet.The screen showed the entrance of a paparazzi studio in Los Angeles. Several internet influencers were shouting wildly at the camera, faces flushed, arms flailing, spit flying with every word.“You don’t know the truth at all! That woman’s a whore! She has a bastard child and is freeloading in the Neighley mansion! She’s not a doctor—she’s a long-term sugar baby! I saw it myself! That billionaire bought her a car and a house—”The title below the video made my vision blur:SINGLE MOTHER OCCUPIES BILLIONAIRE’S MANSION? EX-BOYFRIEND EXPOSES ‘MONEY-ONLY’ RELATIONSHIPThe comment section