Chapter Five

Chapter Five

As usual, Gwyneth woke up on time and tired, she even woke up earlier than the alarm clock. After cleaning herself and changing clothes, Gwyneth walked out of the room, constantly thinking about what she would eat at the convenience store that morning before going to the hospital. Although the hospital has a canteen, she doesn't like the staff working there.

"Gwyneth, come here, breakfast is ready." Rad placed the last dish on the table, and as soon as he saw Gwyneth stepping out, he happily pulled out a chair.

Gwyneth was shocked by the scene before her, not because of a rich breakfast spread but because of the attire Rad was wearing. She quickly turned away, trying not to look directly at him.

"Are you crazy? Why are you dressed like that? Stay away from me." Gwyneth waved her hand, deliberately shooing Rad away, unable to understand how he could dress like that. Could it be that he hit his head somewhere while being chased by some organization, thus losing his sense of shame?

Rad sat down opposite her, looking at himself and then at Gwyneth, his face very calm as if he didn't understand why she reacted so exaggeratedly.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? I think it looks good and it's very cool too."

"You... are you trying to hint that I should buy you new clothes? You just need to ask, you don't have to do such things." Gwyneth sighed.

Rad shrugged while eating, "You misunderstood, I know you'll buy me new clothes eventually, but I didn't mean it the way you said."

Gwyneth was speechless, she bit her sandwich hard, "Then why are you naked?"

"I'm not naked, you see, I'm wearing an apron."

"Exactly! You say you're not naked but you're only wearing an apron, is that different from being naked?" Gwyneth couldn't fathom how this man could be so shameless. She couldn't understand whether he was deliberately behaving like this or he was oblivious to how his appearance was provocative and stimulating to others.

Gwyneth quickly finished her breakfast and rushed out of the house, her face flushed like a tomato from the moment she stepped out until she reached near the hospital where she finally calmed down a bit. For a long-time single woman who had never had intimate contact with men, witnessing a man naked with a fiery physique made her heart beat so hard as if it wanted to jump out of her chest, her limbs trembling and sweating profusely.

As soon as she reached the hospital gate, Gwyneth hurried into her own office, not letting anyone see her embarrassed flushed face.

"I never thought there would be a day when I have to actively buy clothes for a strange man, let alone for him to stay over at my house." Gwyneth started to browse through the medical records, but she couldn't concentrate.

"Which man are you talking about?" Nurse Trang stood knocking on the door, smiling as she stepped out.

Gwyneth startled but quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile, "Nothing, don't mind me. What brings you here?"

The hospital was like a company, not always busy and tiring. Moreover, this was a private hospital, exclusively for the wealthy, the affluent, and the powerful.

Nurse Trang walked in, holding two large and luxurious bags in her hand, placing them on Gwyneth's desk before closing the door.

"What's this?"

"Do you remember what I said last time? That's right. The relatives of the patient in room 402 wanted to show a little gratitude to Dr. Gwyneth, but they didn't have time to meet you in person, so they asked me to bring it here." Nurse Trang said cheerfully, then she lifted a small gift bag excitedly, "Look at this, I also got a gift. Originally this small gift bag belonged to Meadow, but now it belongs to me, don't tell Meadow."

Gwyneth didn't pay much attention to the expensive items in front of her, this wasn't the first time she had received gifts from patients' families. The wealthy had a generous way of thanking others, and they didn't mind flaunting their wealth.

In this hospital, whether it was doctors, nurses, or anyone working here, they were all too familiar with the practice of patients' families or patients themselves giving gifts of great value, extremely great value. Like other doctors, Gwyneth also understood that these 'gifts' of gratitude often constituted a significant portion of her income. These 'gifts' were sometimes material objects, sometimes cash.

Nurse Trang asked, "I heard you mention a man earlier, who was that? Do you have a boyfriend now? So, how's things between you and Director Dixon, has he been causing trouble for you?"

At the mention of hospital director, Dixon, Gwyneth felt a headache coming on and sighed, “He mentioned again that he wanted me to marry his son. Do you think, should I agree or not?”

Of course, Gwyneth would never agree to Mr. Dixon's proposal; she didn't want to sacrifice her marriage for career advancement. Though Gwyneth felt she could strive on her own, she still asked, expressing uncertainty in her decision-making.

Any dissatisfaction or discomfort she felt about this matter could become a topic of discussion for everyone in the hospital.

"As I see it... you should just agree, and marry his son. Everyone knows the director's son is useless, only interested in partying, but Director Dixon is wealthy, he owns this whole hospital. Who knows, in the future, he might hand the hospital over to you, Gwyneth." Nurse Trang said with amusement, as if marrying a man was just a trivial matter.

Gwyneth seemed to catch Nurse Trang's implications and smiled along; everyone seemed to suggest she should accept Mr. Dixon's proposal.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, I do. Just think about it, if you don't agree to this marriage, you'll never become the head of the department. I know you're talented, but Gwyneth, haven't you forgotten we're working for capitalists now? If you try to achieve what you want on your own, it might take another ten years. Worse, Dixon could find some reason to fire you." Nurse Trang sat down to analyze, a stark reality that was evident before them.

Gwyneth didn't show her discomfort, but inside, she felt conflicted and troubled. Her mood wasn't good, and with limited time left with Director Dixon, she felt even more pressure.

"I understand, I'll think about it carefully, thank you." Gwyneth smiled.

Nurse Trang seemed to sense Gwyneth's unhappiness, so she stood up. Before leaving the room, she turned back and said, "I'm just giving my opinion, Gwyneth, you don't have to think too much. After all, how you want to live is your own choice."

"Yes, how to live is my own choice..." Gwyneth muttered to herself as she watched the door close. She didn't understand why as a woman she was always associated with the word 'marriage'.

Gwyneth needed more time to think about this. Those who wanted her to marry might not genuinely care about her happiness; they might simply see her marriage as beneficial to them.

Carrying the heavy burden of thoughts, she continued to work, deliberately avoiding Director Dixon as much as possible to avoid answering him. Her method of avoidance was to appear extremely busy, too busy to breathe.

By the time Gwyneth finished work, it was already dark outside. She didn't forget to stop by the mall to buy some clothes for that man. She didn't like seeing a man walking around the house half-naked like that, even though Rad's physique was very attractive and captivating -

"Get out of my head now!" Gwyneth said while holding her head, her face flushing with embarrassment at her own shameful thoughts.

Standing in front of the door, darkness enveloping inside, leaving was the same as coming back, as if nothing had changed since Rad appeared. Gwyneth knew he wouldn't turn on the lights; surely, during the time she wasn't at home, he wouldn't do anything to make outsiders think someone was inside.

Gwyneth opened the door and brought in the pile of clothes without calling Rad for help. After closing the door, she turned on the lights.

"You're late." Rad wasn't naked anymore; instead, he was standing in front of her completely nude.

Gwyneth gasped in astonishment, unable to utter a word. After a moment, she spoke softly, trying to keep her voice down, "Are you crazy? Find something to wear!"

"I tried looking in your closet, but couldn't find anything suitable." Rad said nonchalantly.

Gwyneth couldn't look directly at his face, let alone look down at his lower body. She handed him the bag of clothes and said, "I bought some clothes for you randomly, put them on. Don't you know what embarrassment is?"

Rad obediently took out the clothes to wear. It was only then that Gwyneth could relax and calmly talk to him.

"Is that for me too?" Rad pointed to the gifts that a patient's family from Room 402 had sent her. To avoid the scrutiny of others, Gwyneth didn't bring them herself but asked a delivery person she knew to bring them home and place them in front of her door.