Don Henry And Kevin Ives Mga Nobela at Kwento

After all, anything she said to Calvin’s assistant would inevitably reach Calvin’s ears. “Working late? Did this interrupt your schedule?” she asked. Kevin shook his head, his eyes briefly noting the empty water cup on her bedside table. He poured her a glass of water and handed it over. “Just a personal errand. It’s done now. Why isn’t Dr. Henry here?” “He’s in the operating room. It’s been busy. I’m fine, though. You don’t need to go out of your way for me. It’s late—you should head back. I’ll be discharged tomorrow after a good night’s sleep.”