RYAN BURKEAs Morgana walks away from me, I watch her silhouette fade through the door. It's hard to understand why she still insists on avoiding me like this. It's so cruel. I'm sure she knows she's hurting me when she goes out with the doctor.That's fine. I know I haven't been the best of husbands. Far from being a supportive and pleasant person to her all these years. But now, with everything that's happened in the past few months, my whole world revolves around her.I feel a bit pressured and cramped to follow her, but I don't. I just watched her leave, my heart burning in my chest and the voice in my head screaming "go after her."Grumbling discontentedly, I shove my hands into my pockets and head back to my room. I sigh and lament the fact that I let her go to see that doctor. And the fact that she also works with him gnaws at me, but I can't deprive her of having this magical moment in her career at one of Rookgaard's best hospitals. I know how hard it was for her to stay in co
MORGANA FOSTEROnce the call dropped, I turned to head back inside the restaurant. I had been outside for quite some time talking on the phone with Ryan. The cold air touched my skin again, cutting like a sharp knife against my cheeks. The chilly weather had been abruptly interrupted by the warm coziness of the restaurant as soon as I crossed the door.Elliot remained calm and composed, sitting at the table elegantly enjoying his dinner with irresistible charm. Even his simplest actions were the sexiest thing for me to witness. I felt as if the whole world paused to watch, while I restrained myself, desiring and longing. Torturing my mind with the thought that I could fulfill this desire but lacked the courage to kick Ryan to the curb. For Elliot, I had this burning passion, and for Ryan, that repressed love I had fought for so long to make work."Are you okay?" He said, lifting his eyes to meet mine. Stabbing a fork into his risotto and quickly chewing and swallowing before firing ano
MORGANA FOSTERAlways a little box of surprises. Not always filled with good ones. I feel the air being knocked out of me as he looks around the restaurant. Trembling, I raise my hands and gesture to get his attention before he leaves thinking I gave him the wrong address.He sees me and makes his way to the table as fast as the wind itself. His hair is tousled, and his breath is uneven as if he had been running to get here. His eyes soften when he sees me up close. Elliot withdrew his hand and eyed Ryan with a furious expression."What?" Elliot asked, annoyed. "Did you lose something with me?"Ryan raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed. "Nothing," he replied sharply and turned to me. "Why didn't you wait for me at the door?"I roll my eyes, dissatisfied. "Humph," I exhale, laughing softly in the background. Elliot shrugged and chuckled behind his napkin as he wiped his mouth."Outside was more dangerous than in here, Mr. Burke," I say, pouting and looking at him with pleading eyes. "Or
RYAN BURKESo, that's how it is? She didn't trust me and thought I was being paranoid trying to protect her? Okay."With a long sigh, I turned my back and left the restaurant, pretending not to care whether she was really thinking that or not. Screw this whole having feelings thing; I'm not good at it.The cold wind slapped against my face as I crossed the restaurant door, making me shiver a bit. It was really cold. I walked slowly to the car door, got in, and turned on the heater to endure the wait. Morgana wasn't listening to me, but everything indicated she was in this mess because of me, so I should wait patiently.Each minute seemed to drag on like hell. Damn, this whole letting people decide what they want isn't for me. Definitely not. I've always been the guy who goes after what's mine. I've always been the one who gets what I want when I want it, and now here I am waiting outside the restaurant for a woman who's having dinner with another guy just because I love her and want to
MORGANA FOSTERAfter literally running away from Ryan, I dash up the stairs to my room. I feel my leg protesting a bit as I stop in front of the door. My breathing is heavy. My whole body tingles with the traces of his touch, emanating from me. I breathe slowly, counting to 10 in my mind. I turn the doorknob to my room and lean against the door, sliding down to the floor with my hand over my chest.Every time he touched me, even if absentmindedly and casually, my heart would flutter, and I'd have a truly audible reaction. Being near him always sent shivers down my spine and made me nervous, even when I was encouraged, of course, not in the simple day-to-day actions. But in actions that required him to be very close or to touch me. That made my heart race, my voice faltered.That's it. I definitely still love him, but I won't say it. I'll never admit it out loud.I head to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes on the way and tossing them in the hamper. I turn on the water and let it ca
MORGANA FOSTERThe whispers started as soon as I entered the room. Nothing too audible, of course, but I knew how gossip among nurses worked. I knew that all the doctors were already aware that I was no longer involved with Elliot. I don't believe he spread the rumor, but if Beth told me, and if she told anyone else here at the hospital, that person was gossiping. That wasn't pleasant."Finally decided to grace us with your presence, Miss Forster?" Dr. Corel's voice sounded much sterner and more stressed today. Unlike the day we first met. The others under his guidance gave a muffled laugh. "That wasn't funny, I'm holding you all accountable. I don't tolerate tardiness.""I'm sorry, Dr. Corel," I said, trying to sound calm and friendly.He nodded."I'll let it slide because it's your first day, Miss Morgana, but be aware that this is not acceptable. This applies to all of you, no one here gets special treatment, no matter your family, status, or relationships. You'll all be treated the
MORGANA FOSTERI raise my eyes to meet the man's gaze again. He has angular features, a small frame, but even though he's lean, there's a hint of defined muscle. His hair is curly and in shades of brown, and he has deep, dark eyes, probably a studious type who doesn't get much sleep. Looking at him with a disinterested expression, I don't like people who flatter me, but I can't afford to deny having a friend at the hospital. Especially within my own team.I raise my hand and shake his hand back. "I can't tell you whether these rumors are true, but I can't say they're lies either," I say with a low laugh. "I did very well in my internship last year.""I know!" he says. "I researched a lot about you." He quickly corrects himself, "No, I'm not some kind of stalker. I just genuinely admire people who dedicate themselves to their work.""So, that's what you were talking to that redhead friend of yours about when I arrived?""Who? Keila?" He nood. "Yeah, that must be her." I said. He shrugs
MORGANA FOSTERI sighed heavily at the end of my shift. So far, the hardest part of my day was telling Trixie that the surgery hadn't been very successful. My heart ached, but that's the burden of being a doctor, to empathize and feel your patient's pain.I checked my phone and saw two messages from Ryan:Ryan: Good morning, dear! I forgot that you were starting work today. That was very careless of me.Ryan: I'm sending a bodyguard to pick you up tomorrow when your shift ends. I hope everything is going well on your first day. Kisses.I was massaging my own neck and stretching my back when a tall, dark man stopped me at the hospital door. Looking at him gave me chills; his features were both pleasant and intimidating."Are you Ms. Morgana Foster?" he asked, serious and stiff. His voice was deep and highly intimidating. I nodded, confirming my identity. "I'm Tyron. I'm your bodyguard from now on."I scoffed, laughing derisively and rolling my eyes, but he remained standing next to me,