บททั้งหมดของ The Doctor’s Voluptuous Patient : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 22 The rest of the shift after Richard Black’s visit felt like I was moving through thick fog. My body was on autopilot — checking vitals, updating charts, answering call lights — but my mind kept replaying his words on a loop. I did not expect someone quite so full-figured. Some matches simply do not make sense. Every time I moved, I became painfully aware of my soft belly pressing against my scrubs, my thick thighs rubbing together, my heavy breasts straining the fabric. I felt huge. Unwanted. Out of place. I avoided Ethan completely. Every time he tried to get close, I found a reason to be busy somewhere else. Ryan Hayes noticed something was off and checked on me a couple times, but I kept our conversations short. I just wanted the day to end so I could go home and hide. But the universe was not done with me yet. I was walking down the hallway toward the supply room to grab more IV tubing when it happened. I felt someone behind me, moving too fast. Then a foot suddenl

Chapter 24 I didn’t even wait for the elevator. I took the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape my chest. The hospital corridors that used to feel familiar now felt like a maze of eyes and whispers. Every step reminded me of Carla’s laughter and the way Ryan’s hands had moved over my body like he had the right. By the time I pushed through the main exit doors, the evening air hit my face and I finally let out the breath I had been holding. My legs were shaking. I walked fast toward the pickup spot, hugging my arms around myself like I could hide my body from the world. Jasmine pulled up five minutes later. The second I got in the car, she took one look at my face and her whole expression changed. “Lila… what happened?” I couldn’t speak at first. I just covered my face with both hands and the tears started again, hot and angry this time. “Drive,” I managed to say. “Please just drive.” She didn’t ask any more questions. She pulled o

Chapter 26 I stared at the crumpled note in Ethan’s hand, my whole body cold. They had been inside my apartment. While I was sleeping. The photo proved it. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might be sick. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, my voice shaky but stubborn. “This is my home. I’m not letting them chase me out of my own life.” Ethan looked at me like I had lost my mind. He stepped closer, his eyes dark and serious. “Lila, they were in here. They took pictures of you while you were sleeping. This is not up for discussion. You are not staying here tonight.” “I can handle it,” I argued, even though my hands were still trembling. “I’ll call the police. I’ll change the locks. I’m not running.” He shook his head, his jaw tight. “You’re not running. You’re being smart. And I’m not giving you a choice right now. Pack a bag. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” I opened my mouth to argue again, but the look on his face stopped me. There was real fear in his eyes — fear for me. And

Chapter 28 The next day at work felt heavier than usual. I kept my head down and focused on my patients, but the tension in the department was thick enough to cut with a knife. Word about my cold interaction with Ethan yesterday had clearly spread. Nurses whispered when I walked past. Some gave me sympathetic looks. Others just stared like they were waiting for more drama. I was in the middle of updating a patient’s chart when Sophia appeared at the nurses’ station. She looked perfect as always. Slim waist, flawless makeup, that confident smile that never quite reached her eyes when she looked at me. She leaned against the counter like she owned the place and spoke loud enough for the nurses nearby to hear. “You know, some people really do not know how to handle pressure,” she said, stirring her coffee slowly. “They create all this mess, drag everyone into their personal issues, and then act like they are the victim. It is honestly exhausting to watch.” A couple of nurses glanced

Chapter 30 The rest of the week dragged on like a slow nightmare I could not wake up from. I went to work every day, did my job with quiet determination, and tried my best to stay invisible. But invisibility was impossible when Sophia was around. She had become bolder after our last exchange, throwing little comments my way whenever she could, always careful to make them sound innocent to anyone listening. This afternoon was no different. I was helping transfer a patient when Sophia walked past with two other doctors. She stopped and watched me for a moment, then spoke loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “Some people really know how to make themselves the center of attention,” she said with a light laugh. “Always causing little scenes and then acting surprised when people notice. It must be exhausting carrying all that extra… energy around every day.” A few nurses glanced in my direction. I felt the familiar burn of shame creep up my neck, but I refused to let it show. I fin