Dr Harrison Wells Novels & Stories

Harrison froze and stared with wide eyes, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. “What?" He struggled to speak, his voice weak and trembling. “How could you say that?" Harrison shouted, grabbing the doctor's collar. Tears fell from his eyes unchecked as he violently pulled the doctor by his collar. “Mr. Harrison," The General Secretary moved into the argument, pulling Harrison's hand away from the doctor's collar. “No, this can't be true," Harrison sobbed as the General Secretary sat him down.

Although he was annoyed that the frivolous test had disrupted his pleasurable moments with Mitchell, he couldn't wait to finish up and return to the hotel where they were staying. "You think it's funny, son? We shall see. Dr. Edward, please, let's be fast about it! I have things to attend to!" Harrison beckoned to Dr. Edward, who was lost in extreme thought, especially about Aurora's request. If he didn't comply, he would lose his job and any connections he had. He knew how influential the Seraphine Well empire was and that he could be destroyed within minutes. "Yes, sir," Dr. Edward replied to Harrison, then turned to Caspian, who hadn't been able to greet him since he entered.

As he approached them, they could smell the pleasant scent of his cologne. He appeared both refined and disciplined. "Riley Harrison." He extended his hand. "I'm delighted to serve you, Ms. Emerson." "Riley Harrison," Hannah thought in surprise. She had heard of this man in her previous life. He had graduated from Oxford and was a financial doctor who had returned from overseas. He had made a prominent name for himself in Melford at a young age. In Hannah's past life, Nigel had considered hiring this man. But he had hesitated, fearing that Riley might overshadow him.

Hunter’s voice dipped into a lower, more serious register, commanding her full attention. Eleanor paused her work, her head tilting slightly, indicating her readiness to receive the instruction. “Yeah?” “Leave Adrian Wells alone.” Eleanor’s brow furrowed, a flicker of surprise returning to her eyes. “He’s getting close to Evelyn, Hunter. Our last reports indicated a significant level of personal involvement. He’s taking precautions for her, actively assisting in her investigation. He’s a variable.” “I know,” Hunter replied calmly, his voice steady, betraying no internal conflict. “But he’s not the enemy here. He’s just helping her with the investigation. He’s a professional, and more importa

he started to head for the door. “Fine.” I sighed. I wanted to spend more one-on-one time with him. We had felt so far apart the last little while that I wanted us back to normal. But I understood my health needed to be first right now. He walked out of the room and returned a few moments later with the doctor I had overheard him talking to when I first came here. The doctor seemed to be in his forties. “Hello Mrs Harrison, I’m Dr. Charles, What is the last thing you remember before waking up?” The doctor asked after introducing himself.

“Dr. Henry.” “I have some news,” Doctor Henry said. Xavier straightened.”Please tell me you have been able to figure out what is wrong with Jaxon.” “No, but I managed to reach out to a colleague.” Xavier waited for him to continue. “There is a doctor in Los Angeles,” Dr. Henry continued. “He’s very well known for dealing with rare and complex cases.” Xavier’s brows furrowed slightly.“And?” “He’s extremely busy,” the doctor explained. “But I managed to get you an appointment.”

Then he really didn’t have any excuse not to ask out Sara Flannigan. Harrison liked women, in a general sense. He liked how they smelled, how they laughed, how they felt underneath him. He’d dated a variety of women since he’d been a teenager, and he’d had a few long-term girlfriends. Medical school had distracted him enough that he hadn’t dated seriously in a long time, and then he’d done his residency in Indiana before returning to Fair Haven, which hadn’t helped. Did he just need to get laid? Was that why he was so interested in Sara?

Harrison. “I was just getting some fresh air,” she said, still holding my waist like we were old companions. She looked at me. “This is my son, Rowan.” Rowan’s warm smile softened the shock still rattling inside me. “Hey. Are you… The boy’s mother? From the hospital?” I nodded. Mrs Harrison gestured to the elegant woman beside Rowan. “And this is Rowan’s wife, Clio.” “Hi,” I said politely. Clio offered only a stiff nod.

“A live in doctor? Victor, I feel okay most days. This seems too much. I do not need someone watching me constantly.” His expression did not change. “The gala announcement made the pregnancy public. Investors and the board are paying attention. I will not allow any risks. Dr. Harrison has handled cases for some of the most powerful families in the world. He understands the need for complete discretion and security.” Before I could protest further, the front door opened wider. Dr. Harrison walked in carrying a sleek black medical bag. He was a tall man in his late forties with sharp gray eyes, neatly combed salt and pepper hair, and a calm, professional demeanor that somehow felt intimidating