All Chapters of Only Her Touch: The CEO’s Forbidden Doctor: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alice’s POVThe afternoon sun poured into Bel-Air Manor through the tall French windows, spilling across the thick Persian carpet in lazy, golden patches.David sat in a single armchair near the window, a financial newspaper spread open in his hands—an unbreakable habit, as precise and controlled as everything else about him.Camilla sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by LEGO bricks Charley had delivered the day before, humming softly as she worked.The house was so quiet that the only sound was the faint rustle of paper turning.Then Camilla frowned.She tilted her head, studied the complicated structure in front of her, and—without thinking—looked up at the man who felt as immovable as a mountain.“Daddy…” she murmured. “How do I put this together?”Time stopped.My hand froze mid-motion over the medical files. My heartbeat slammed against my ribs.I turned instinctively toward David, fear rushing in all at once—fear he would snap, correct her harshly, or worse, push her away.The news

Alice’s POVMorning light flooded the Bel-Air living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning everything warm and gold.It should have felt peaceful.Instead, the air felt tight, like something unfinished was hanging between us.Camilla sat cross-legged on the carpet, flipping through the limited-edition Avengers guide David had given her the night before. She was finally over the worst of the illness. Her face was still pale, but the light had come back into her eyes.David sat a short distance away in a single armchair, a financial paper open in his hands. He hadn’t turned a page in a long time.He was watching Camilla.I stood by the bar, pouring warm water, pretending not to notice while keeping both of them in my peripheral vision.The look on David’s face wasn’t the sharp focus he reserved for contracts, nor the cold intensity he aimed at me when he wanted control.It was something messier.Soft, restrained—and threaded with a kind of loneliness and jealousy that didn’

Alice’s POVA flicker of understanding passed over Dr. Sterling’s face. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a gold-plated business card, offering it to me with both hands.“Dr. Alice, David told me about your daughter’s situation. It’s… regrettable. My team is running a clinical trial for rare hematopoietic disorders. There may be new progress soon. This is my personal contact—use it anytime. Our lab keeps a fast track for children who need help.”I took the card, fingers trembling. That small rectangle of paper suddenly felt weighty.“Thank you… Dr. Sterling. This… this means everything—to my daughter and me.”“It’s nothing,” he said with a slight smile. “David takes this seriously. I’ll do my best.”Before I could respond, a sharp, hostile scent cut through the air.“Yo, look who it is—our little ‘private doctor.’”Lily appeared, holding a glass of deep red Bordeaux. Her fitted purple dress clung to her curves, her makeup perfect—but her eyes were flames of malice.She

Alice’s POVThe next day, the private consultation room was quiet except for the occasional low hum of medical equipment. The soft, constant buzz barely registered as I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my attention kept drifting toward Dr. Sterling, who was conducting a remote consultation on his tablet. Every judgment he made about Camilla’s condition felt like it rippled through my chest, and the anxiety knotted in my stomach, making it impossible to fully concentrate on anything else.“Lift your left leg slightly, Mr. Neighley.” I gripped the silver electrode pen, trying to steady my breathing and drown out my racing thoughts with professional focus.David lay on the treatment bed, one hand tucked behind his head, eyes closed. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing smooth, toned forearms. He looked relaxed—too relaxed, in a way that made me more nervous than if he were tense.I took a deep breath and placed the electrode pen carefully against a nerve point in his leg, adjusti

Alice’s POVThat weekend, while the city was still buzzing about David’s explosive press conference, he did something that completely threw me off.“Let’s go to the supermarket today.”He said it as casually as if he were talking about taking a walk. I froze mid-cut with the bread in my hand, almost slicing my fingers.“Uh… what?” I blinked, hoping I’d misheard. “Supermarket?”David Neighley. The man who had an army of personal chefs and a household stocked with imported goods, who drank glacier water as if it were air, was talking about going to a supermarket?Camilla, of course, had been the reason. David leaned back in his chair, sipping coffee, then finally stood. “She needs some snacks.”He pulled on a gray hoodie over simple jeans and threw a black cap over his head, tilting it low to cover half his face. Casual, but his presence was impossible to mask. Even in that simple outfit, there was an aura about him that made the hoodie look like runway couture.“Let’s go.” His voice wa