Brother's Best Friend Is My Child's Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

I locked my door as soon as I walked back in. I'd already convinced them that I had a lot of tasks to complete for the day, and that many more patients were almost at my doorstep, waiting to be attended to.Perhaps they could try a more brilliant technique to catch me and do whatever they wanted with me. This one had already failed and they knew it, if truly they were part of the insider threats though. I let out a small breath as Adrian’s warning suddenly boomed into my mind. My palms trembled as I managed to keep my whole body stable. Why did this return to mind when I was now alone in my office? Was it so wicked enough to show up to my mind when I needed to function and attend to patients?As the thoughts continued to enter my mind, even though I didn't give them the access, I saw my phone beep with a call notification and I quickly checked the name of the caller. It was Marcus. Marcus? Why would he need to give me a ring? What could be the update? Was he trying to tell me to q

Maya's comical gestures played in my mind as I lay in bed. Even though my eyes were closed, my mind was super active, reminiscing on the moment we spent together and desiring for more. But I couldn't get that at the expense of her comfortable sleep time. I rolled to the other side of the bed and then I heard a crack. My eyes opened immediately as they scanned the corners of the room. I turned on the lights as I searched for what made that sound, but I didn't see a thing. I was going to pretend I didn't hear it, and also assume my mind processed it, not that it happened, until I heard a sudden knock on the door. It was a bit loud, and repeated. My heart started beating very fast. Even though Adrian's words came to mind, they didn't help as much as I thought they would. Someone was standing at my doorstep, waiting for me to open the door. It was already very late. I wasn't expecting anyone to show up at this time. Who could be standing there? Has the threat been truly neutralized, or

For one last time, I confirmed that my door was tightly locked and that the security guards were active. I needed to be at Dominic's. I could not think clearly inside my room anymore. I needed to take the bold step and confront him quietly. After some minutes, I was already in his apartment. I walked into his living room and then our eyes met. Tension rose in my head but I managed to keep my mood in check. I needed to do what I came here to do, and refuse to bow to pressure and tension as well. The way he looked at my face when I sat down, already told me that he knew why I was here. That was even much better. I wouldn't have to spend time to explain why I came around. “Why did you visit Elena in her apartment last night?” I asked. If I waited for some minutes to pass by just to cool off the tension in my mind, I could change the topic or decide I was just here for a drink, and that would be a total disaster that would clearly paint me to be a coward. Dominic gave a soft smile as

I stood by the entrance to the hospital as I watched Elena drive off to her apartment. The conversation we had in her office shortly before she left, was simple, but I studied her expression and saw her reluctance to give me answers. She definitely doesn't feel uncomfortable to share her day experience with me, but that was not the case today. She looked like she was in a haste to get home, not because she was going to do one major thing at home, but perhaps because I was in her office and she wanted me to step outside without having to say so. Who else could have given her that view of me but Adrian? He must have issued a lot of warning and advice to her that made her see me as someone she should avoid, or limit relationship with. I heaved a deep breath as I folded my arms across my chest. Adrian definitely knew he was making things complicated, but he didn't care. I didn't care either, except for the fact that Elena was the one being dragged from the right side and the left side

On the table before me sat several books, waiting for me to pick them up and turn their pages. But this moment was not the right time to do that. I needed to solve the problematic thoughts on my mind. I could choose to be worried about Elena's current state of mind, and how she had interpreted my warning. Despite acting calm and composed, I didn't believe her mind felt the same way. She must be wondering what made me issue the warning, but if I wasn't even so sure about it, how could I say it to her? Some of the information I earlier asked for, from my own people, sat close to me in bed as well. The lights in my room were turned on. The door and the windows were shut, and the ceilings fans were rolling faster than I expected. It was a serene environment to be in, and critically examine the situation at hand. The information I requested from was written on several documents, including paper files and card boards, but most of the information was written in a printed book. I turned th