Novel & Cerita Pantalone X Dottore

“You look like you’re about to defend a doctoral thesis on wealth management.” “I came directly from the hospital.” “You still wore cufflinks.” “There is nothing wrong with cufflinks.” “There is when children nearby are eating melted gelato with their hands.” Dante snorted loudly. Alessia looked heavenward, clearly asking the universe for patience. “You know,” she told me thoughtfully, “he dressed like this even as a teenager.” “I did not.” “You absolutely did,” Dante cut in immediately. “At seventeen he wore a tailored wool coat to a beach bonfire.”

After all this wilderness journey, he finally revealed his real request with another cough. This…., Kalen felt weird, Aledos and Cruz felt even weirder, the atmosphere felt the weirdest as they all looked at the middle-aged doctor with gob smacked expressions on their faces Kalen finally snapped out of his daze after a minute of silence, before slowly replying. Oh, a signature…? I can do that.” What left him more speechless, was that it seems the doctor came prepared as he brought a small polo shirt and a blue pen which probably belonged to his son.

Paolo replied. "Silvana?" Dante asked. "Yes, Silvana, unless he has another wife, I am not aware of" Paolo replied sarcastically.

He just riches so well from the Armani suit he wears to the Patek watch, Dante’s aura alone screamed rich. “I didn’t think I’d find you here” I was startled unaware of Dante’s presence. Turning around, he was leaning on the door frame with his hands in his pocket looking so handsome wearing grey joggers and a white tee that perfectly hug his sculpted body. I don’t think he has bad hair days, always sleeked to the back and even when not sleeked it looked sexy as hell like now. “Uhmm I just decided to have dinner here” I said fully facing him. “Have you had dinner yet?” I asked to which he nodded No to. So I moved to microwaving his food and dishing it out to him.

Adonis sat closer to the still lifeless Caitrona in a new set of casual clothes. White T-shirt, plain blue jean and brown slippers. "Caitrona..." He whispers, holding her arm to his face. He turns to look at the doctor that was standing next to him. "How's the development of the antidote coming along?" The doctor mutters. "I... I deeply apologize, Signor Dellucci, we have made some progress, but efficiency testing is still in progress. However, since there are many uncertainties, we may still need some time..."

Classic ER chaos. Dr. Pelligrini was already pulling on his gloves like he was the star of some medical drama. His face was serious and his hair too perfect. “Scalpel,” he said coolly, holding out his hand like he was about to carve a roast. I stood off to the side, staring at the blood seeping through Damiano’s chest dressing. The glass was still lodged there, close to the heart. Too close. He also had a tattoo of a hand on his chest, which was weird.

I could sense the excitement in his voice. "I'm on my way to the lift!" I also told him. As I reached the first floor, I saw a Paul Castillo, who was more handsome than ever. He was wearing plain faded blue long sleeves, which hem was rolled up a bit, showing his strong wrists. I had no idea if he deliberately unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, showing the little hair on his broad chest. Wow, I could tell he was working out. The fitted rugged jeans also complimented his strong, long legs. How could I tell that this doctor friend of mine was hiding some hotness in those white lab gowns and buggy doctor's pants?

“All Miss Valentina wears is dresses.” “It’s better than what I was wearing,” I said. He gave me a side-eye before shuffling through the stack until he found one he was satisfied with. “What does she wear in the winter?” he asked. “Still this, sir,” the maid responded. “With thigh-high boots.” “Of course,” Domenico said sourly. “What are you going to wear?” I asked Domenico as he pulled open a chest of drawers. I blinked, watching as he slipped on some underwear and an undershirt, then moved to the closet, emerging with a charcoal suit.

A one-night self-reward to help her erase whatever stupid feelings she thought she had for a mafia boss who didn’t know how to spell softness. Dante reached the last step. He was in a dark shirt and black pants, simple, nothing too official, but somehow the man still looked like danger dressed itself. He stopped when he noticed her staring. His eyes dragged down her body like he was checking what he touched last night. Then he cleared his throat. A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips. “You want another round before work?” Iris blinked fast. Her throat went dry. She forced a laugh. It came out dry like sand.

He placed his hand lightly on the back of her chair. “You look stressed,” he said smoothly. “Maybe I can help with that.” Lila sighed heavily and was about to tell both of them to leave her alone when a familiar voice cut through the noise. “She said she’s not interested.” Both men turned. Damien stood there, his expression calm but firm. He was wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and he looked like he had just come from somewhere. His eyes moved between the two men before settling on them with quiet warning.