The Surgeon’s Revenge Deal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

AlexI watched her back disappear into the building before I finally turned away.The exchange left a sharp, unsettled feeling under my skin. My heart remained restless, beating wildly in my chest as I made my way towards the venue if the meeting. No woman had ever made me feel this way before. Janessa Cooley didn’t do anything without purpose. The land acquisition had already proven that. Running into her outside a primary school only deepened the question I couldn’t shake.What the hell was she doing here? Could this I checked the time and started toward the main building. My sister had called that morning in the same breezy, unapologetic tone she always used whenever her husband was out of town.“Alex, be a dear and collect him after the parent session? I have a late meeting and Daniel’s still in Singapore.”Same request. Different day. She had a talent for turning me into a convenient stand-in the moment her schedule filled up. I wasn’t angry about it. I never really was. Spend

GwenIt was a new week and I had gone on my routine gym workout. I went earlier this time as I did not want any fated run-ins with Mr you know who. An hour and I was out of there.He was a man of routine and he scarcely changed things. I would have changed my gym station but I just moved, just paid and the gym was the closest to where I lived. The others were few and far between. Right now, if I had mere suspicions that he was stalking me, it had been reinforced. He was dressed in long shorts and a tank, which gave me my first look in a while at his bare arms and legs. I came to an abrupt halt and someone coming out behind me bumped into me. I could barely manage an apology; I was too busy visually raping the one man I wanted to avoiy. His legs were toned and powerful, flawlessly proportional to his trim hips and waist. His arms made my mouth water. His biceps were precisely cut and his forearms were coursing with thick veins that were both brutal looking and sexy as hell. He’d put

GwenI hadn't always been this woman.The thought crossed my mind more often than I let myself admit, usually in quiet moments like this one, standing backstage before a press conference, waiting for my cue while I ran through talking points I could recite in my sleep. Sometimes it felt like Janessa Cooley had been built from scratch, piece by careful piece, over the wreckage of a woman who'd once fainted in the back of a car outside a press conference gone catastrophically wrong.I'd left the city with nothing but a duffel bag, a dying marriage's worth of debt, and a pregnancy no one but me knew about. I hadn't planned much beyond simply getting away. I certainly hadn't planned on the truck that ran the red light three months later, the one that had crumpled the side of my rental car and sent me through a windshield in a small town I'd only stopped in for gas.I still didn't remember most of the accident itself. What I remembered was waking up in a private hospital room I couldn't af

AlexI had never been so afraid for someone in my entire life.I couldn't fully explain it, even hours later, sitting in the quiet of the recovery room while Emris slept off the last of the epinephrine's effects.The moment I'd seen him go limp, seen his lips swell and his eyes roll back, something in my chest had torn open with a violence that made no sense given the circumstances. He wasn't mine. Wasn't Theo, wasn't family, wasn't anyone I had any real claim to beyond an accidental dinner shared over a canceled meeting. And yet watching him collapse had felt like being stabbed straight through the sternum, every instinct I possessed snapping instantly into motion before my conscious mind had caught up with any of it.Maybe it was simply the training. A decade of pediatric residency didn't fully disappear just because I'd traded scrubs for boardrooms, some part of me had clearly stayed permanently wired for exactly this kind of emergency, muscle memory taking over before conscious th

GwenBy the third day after Emris was discharged.I told myself I would handle it properly. If Alexander Thorne wanted a meeting, I would grant him one, formal, controlled, and on my terms. I would thank him for what he had done for my son, hear whatever business proposal he still wanted to make, and then put clear distance back between us.The only problem was that he never reached out.No message. No request through my office. Nothing.The silence should have been a relief. Instead it sat under my skin like an unfinished sentence. I checked my phone more often than I cared to admit, then hated myself for it. If he wasn’t going to ask, I certainly wasn’t going to chase him. Pride, self-preservation, and years of hard-won composure all agreed on that much.So I did what I always did when my thoughts became too loud.I kept moving.Saturday morning was the children’s charity event I had committed to months earlier, a community fair hosted in the open grounds near the riverside, complet