Chapter 23
My disdain for Jonathan was obvious.
He looked at his hand that I had shaken off, and his eyes darkened, a storm brewing in them. He stared at me unblinkingly, and there was only silence and a chill remaining between us.
Alicia suddenly looked at me very apologetically. I’m sorry, Ms. Sawyer. You got injured because you were in the pool too long that day, right? It’s all my fault. If Jonathan hadn’t saved me first, you wouldn’t have needed to go to the hospital.”
With eyes full of worry, she sighed before continging, “Nearly drowning and choking on water isn’t a small matter. You should get Jonathan to take you to the hospital and get checked out again!”
It would’ve been fine if she hadn’t mentioned it, but the moment she did, all I could think about was the humiliation I had suffered that day
I flung her hand off, my tone as cold as ice. “That’s not necessary.”
I then looked at Jonathan, who was standing behind her. “Remember to sign the divorce agreement and approve my resignation.”
With that, I walked out without even a glance back.
After leaving Jonathan’s office, I paid Gabrielle a quick visit before heading straight to the hospital.
Once the doctor redressed my wound, I suddenly thought of something and asked him, “Were
the one who called me today?”
you
“Why?”
The doctor was quite young, and there was a calm and composed air about him. When he removed his mask, he revealed a very handsome face, where his light brown eyes were looking
at me coolly.
I calmed down quite a bit, just feeling his gaze on me.
“The person who answered the call is my ex–husband. In the future, I don’t want him to know anything more about my condition,” I informed him.
The doctor raised an eyebrow. “What new trick is this?”
“What?” I froze, not understanding what he meant.
He slowly walked over and looked down at me. “I don’t have that much spare time on my
hands. I had my assistant call you. The wound on your wrist is very deep, and since It was stitched up, you should remember to take care of it.”
I nodded. Just as I was about to leave, he called out to me and studied me with interest. “You don’t remember me?”
My heart leapt into my throat, and I forced myself to stay calm.
Was he someone I was supposed to know?
No, I couldn’t let anyone but Gabrielle know about my amnesia.
“Of course I do,” I answered calmly, though my eyes flickered slightly. “You’re my doctor.”
The man left out a soft snort before saying, “Go home, I’ll keep your secret.”
I gave him a slight nod and turned to leave, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something
felt off.
I clearly didn’t recognize the doctor, and yet there was a familiar feeling about him. When I returned to the Ford residence, I grabbed my phone and checked my messages regarding the rental listings, but there were barely any responses.
I had to admit that it was proving to be quite difficult to find an affordable rental in this city, where every inch of land cost a fortune.
Even after so many days, I still hadn’t found a suitable one.
I was feeling a little frustrated, so I just grabbed a quick bite and went back to my room to rest.
Other than finding a rental, I also needed to find a stable job, otherwise I’d be eating dirt after the divorce.
Although I felt that Jonathan wouldn’t be that petty and would likely give me some money in the divorce, it wasn’t exactly a done deal, and I couldn’t entrust my life to a man’s conscience.
As I was resting, I suddenly felt a familiar tension fill the room, and I caught a whiff of patchouli–sharp and aggressive–mixed in with the stirring air.
I was just about to fall asleep when the overpowering and domineering presence interrupted me. Annoyed, I opened my eyes and found Jonathan standing right before me.
“Jonathan-”
I was about to stop him, but he had already thrown the blanket off of me, his long fingers reaching forward.
I froze momentarily before I shoved him away, hard. “What do you think you’re doing?
