Travis turned at the sound of the security guard’s whistle, spotting the man approaching quickly from the hospital entrance, his black mask barely hiding his irritation. Alexander smirked, spreading his arms in a mock invitation. “What do you say, Mr. Graham? Want to make tomorrow’s headlines?” No matter how furious he was, Travis wasn’t about to let his reputation—or his company’s stock—take a hit over a parking lot brawl. He cast Alexander a cold glance and straightened his disheveled tie. “I have no interest in making headlines this way.” With that, he turned and strode toward his Maserati. Alexander watched him go, then casually added, “Nicole doesn’t love you anymore. Wake up and stop living in denial.” That was a direct hit. Travis froze. His breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned his head, his voice low and strained. “…Impossible.” Alexander chuckled to himself, enjoying the unraveling of the man who had once treated Nicole as disposab
As the bullet was gradually loosened from the tissue, every medical professional in the room unconsciously let out a breath of relief. Except for Nicole. The bullet was almost fully extracted, but there was no guarantee that it hadn’t compromised a nearby artery. In some cases, the bullet itself could act as a temporary seal, preventing massive bleeding. If she removed it too abruptly, the artery could rupture, leading to an uncontrollable hemorrhage. A single miscalculation could be fatal. “Dr. Spencer, we need to move quickly,” one of the doctors urged. The longer an open surgery lasted, the higher the risks for the patient. Nicole knew that. The patient had already suffered one major blood loss—speed was important. But not as important as ensuring the patient’s survival. “We’re not rushing this,” she said firmly. “I need to check that all arteries are intact and that the circulatory flow is stable.” Only after confirming that could she safely remove
As soon as Nicole stepped into the car, the elderly man set down his wine glass and greeted her with a warm smile. “Miss Spencer, pleasure to meet you. I’m Mr. Chancer.” He extended a polite hand. Out of courtesy, Nicole shook it lightly. “Mr. Chancer, nice to meet you. May I ask why you wanted to see me?” Nicole had been running around all day, and at this point, all she wanted was to collapse onto her bed in her tiny apartment. Mr. Chancer easily picked up on her exhaustion. He smiled kindly. “No need to be nervous, Miss Spencer. I won’t take much of your time. I just wanted to personally thank you for saving my youngest son—nothing more.” With that, he turned and picked up a small, heavy bag, holding it out to her. “A small token of gratitude,” he said with an easy chuckle. Nicole immediately recognized what it was. She quickly raised her hands and refused. “Mr. Chancer, I really can’t accept this. My compensation comes from the hospital—surgery f
The hospital director’s smile stiffened slightly when Nicole asked about Mr. Chancer. He sighed. “Mr. Chancer was an old friend of mine from my younger days. He once saved my life, and later, I saved his. That kind of bond… well, it never really fades.” “But over the years, we both got busy with our own lives, and we lost touch. If it weren’t for his son’s emergency, I wouldn’t have even known he was in town.” The director glanced in the direction where the Lincoln had disappeared, his expression complicated. “Anyway, you saved his son. That means, from now on, you’ve got a powerful backer in this city.” Nicole picked up on the subtle shift in his tone. It was clear he didn’t want to dwell on his past with Mr. Chancer, so she didn’t press further. Just as the director was about to fetch his car to drive her home, another voice chimed in. “No need, Director. I’ll take her home.” Alexander had appeared at just the right moment. The director recognized him
Hearing Nicole’s words, James snapped awake instantly. In the blink of an eye, he was out of his car and sprinting toward the elevator as fast as he could. By the time he reached Nicole’s apartment, he was panting—and immediately froze at the sight before him. His boss, Travis, flat on the floor, blood still trickling from his forehead. James’s legs nearly gave out. “Ma’am… was this really necessary?” he blurted, his voice an octave higher than usual. “I mean, sure, Mr. Graham runs his mouth sometimes, but deep down, he still loves you—” Nicole shot him a sharp glare, cutting him off. She wasn’t in the mood for nonsense. “Less talking, more helping,” she ordered. “Flip your boss over, clear the hair around the wound—I need to stop the bleeding.” James immediately snapped to attention. Right. Priority one—stop the boss from bleeding out. He hurried to Travis’s side and helped position him so Nicole could work. By the time she had stabilized the wound,
James quickly apologized. “Miss Miller, I’ve been calling her that for three years—it’s a hard habit to break.” Lucy’s expression darkened. “Then break it.” James sighed internally. “Yes, Miss Miller.” After all that rushing, Lucy finally arrived at the hospital, looking perfectly put together, her makeup flawlessly applied. But the moment she reached Travis’s hospital room, she froze in place. Inside, Travis was staring at Nicole. Unblinking. His gaze was locked onto her sleeping face with an intensity that sent a sharp, piercing ache through Lucy’s chest. Her fingers dug into the leather armrests of her wheelchair, nearly tearing through the material. She took a slow breath, forcing herself to calm down. Then, adjusting her tone to one of soft concern, she deliberately raised her voice. “Travis! How did you get hurt like this?” Travis flinched slightly at the sudden call of his name. He turned, his dazed eyes landing on Lucy—sitting in her wheelcha
At first, Travis tried to ignore it. He assumed Lucy was just comforting him, a gentle touch to soothe his pain. But as her fingers lingered, the strokes growing slower, more deliberate, Travis stiffened. His discomfort escalated with each passing second. “Lucy,” his voice was low, warning, “I’m trying to sleep. Stop.” But Lucy didn’t stop. If anything, her touch became bolder. The slow caress of her fingers tracing his back sent a wave of unease through him. Finally, Travis couldn’t take it anymore. He snapped around, grabbing her wrist. “Lucy, this isn’t okay.” Her eyes were red, glistening with unspoken frustration. “Why not?” she whispered, her voice trembling—vulnerable yet insistent. “You love me. I love you. Why can’t we?” Travis’s grip tightened briefly before he shoved her hand away. “No,” he said firmly. “This can’t happen. And I don’t want it to.” Lucy’s entire body tensed. She hadn’t expected rejection. Not from him. And
Travis remained silent.William's cane slammed against the floor with a heavy thud.“Speak up! What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?!”Travis stayed silent.Lucy, sensing the tension, quickly stepped in with a gentle, careful tone.“Grandpa, maybe Travis was just acting on impulse,” she said, her voice soft and understanding. “He was drunk. He probably didn’t even realize what he was doing.”Then, she turned to Nicole, flashing that familiar innocent smile.“Nicole, I’m sure you don’t blame Travis for this, do you?”Nicole resisted the urge to roll her eyes.Lucy—always playing the mediator, always pretending to be the kind-hearted peacemaker.But now wasn’t the time to expose her.William was old. His health wasn’t as strong as before. He couldn’t take too much stress.So, for his sake, Nicole played along.She let out a small sigh and said, “Grandpa, I’m sure Travis didn’t mean any harm. Please don’t be too hard on him. If you keep scolding him, I’ll feel guilty. After
Nicole thought she must have misheard him.Or perhaps she was dreaming.So when Travis said, "Nicole, settle down. Stay here. Let's live well together," she couldn't help but laugh coldly."Travis, do you even know what you're saying?""Just behave and I won't make things difficult for you." Travis clenched his fist."We're divorced. Saying these things now is meaningless." Nicole turned her head away, refusing to look at him."But isn't this how we've lived for all these years?"Nicole tilted her head back and laughed, her eyes reddening.Had this man forgotten how he had hurt her?"Fine. Untie me first, and we'll discuss this further." Nicole offered Travis a rare smile.Travis was taken aback by Nicole's sudden smile, but the darkness in his expression lightened considerably."Promise me you won't run away again." Travis sat on the floor, gradually moving closer to Nicole's side.His black shirt was half-open, revealing toned muscles.Nicole still wouldn't look at him,
Once Travis realized how important Nicole was to him, he would surely treat her well.But that process would be painful.Nicole would have to suffer a bit.James wasn't sure if Nicole could wait for that day to come."James, you know exactly what my relationship with your boss has been like all these years. What's the point of going back? To endure more of his insults?""Mrs. Graham, perhaps things aren't as bad as you think." James naturally sided with Travis.The reason was simple: Travis was his meal ticket.Besides, having worked for Travis for so many years, James believed his boss wasn't truly a bad person."Stop calling me Mrs. Graham. How many times do I have to tell you?" Nicole got a headache just hearing that title."Yes, Mrs. Graham. I'll be more careful in the future. Will you come back with me now?" James bowed respectfully to Nicole.Nicole shook her head with a bitter smile."James, do you not understand what I'm saying?""Mrs. Graham, you can't beat these t
"I know what game you're playing," Nicole said quietly.She lightly raised her foot to kick away Lucy's hand, then calmly brought the basin of hot water to Travis.Seeing Nicole easily dodge her attempt, Lucy's smile momentarily froze."Where's your washcloth?" Nicole glanced at Lucy, a slight curve to her lips, then turned toward Travis.Travis pointed to the wardrobe across from his hospital bed. "In there.""Hmm." Nicole turned and opened the wardrobe, immediately spotting the small white square cloth on top.As she was about to close the wardrobe door, she heard the sudden sound of a basin crashing to the floor behind her.This was followed by Lucy's scream."Ah! It's burning hot!"Nicole quickly turned around to see the hot water she'd carefully brought now spilled all over the floor.Lucy was soaked, moaning as she clutched her reddened arm."Nicole, did you do this on purpose? Did you deliberately place the basin precariously?" Travis's accusation immediately followed
"How am I supposed to drink this soup? It's scalding hot!"Travis discovered his hand firmly trapped in Nicole's grip, his handsome face darkening like the bottom of a pan.When he tried to use brute force to break free, he realized that the normally soft and gentle Nicole now possessed astonishing strength.The cold-faced Nicole before him seemed completely unfamiliar.She hardly resembled the woman he had so easily pushed around before."Mr. Graham, if the soup is too hot, you can drink it slowly. But isn't it time to break this bad habit of knocking over dishes whenever you're upset?""You used to blow on it to cool it down before feeding me. Why can't you do that now?" Travis was accustomed to Nicole's meticulous care.But the current Nicole treated him with less warmth than his household staff.Her cold, aloof attitude infuriated Travis."Mr. Graham, I suggest you wake your mind up. We're divorced. I'm no longer your wife. How could I possibly treat you like before?"Nic
Ben spoke with such sincerity that Nicole felt she would be letting him down if she refused."No problem."Nicole had heard that Ben was wealthy, but she didn't know the extent of his wealth.It wasn't until she saw the sprawling lawn, European-style villa, outdoor swimming pool, tennis court, and basketball court on Ben's phone that her perception of him was completely refreshed."If you have no objections, let's sign a contract."Ben pulled out a briefcase from behind him and extracted three copies of an employment contract.Nicole finally realized something was off."Professor Wallace, you came prepared tonight?"Ben made no attempt to hide his intentions. "Yes. Calvin really likes you. He keeps talking about the pretty Professor Spencer... What can I say? The things we do as parents."After quickly reviewing the contract and finding no issues, Nicole signed it.Even after showing Ben out of her apartment, Nicole still found the situation unbelievable.Was she now working
"I'd appreciate fewer jokes like that. I don't want the whole school filled with rumors about us."Recently, due to the surgery and other matters, Nicole and Ben had been spending more time together, which had already sparked gossip that they were dating.Nicole had to repeatedly explain, "Don't misunderstand—Professor Wallace and I have a purely professional relationship!""Professor Spencer, no need to explain. You're both single—there's nothing wrong if you've fallen in love," her colleagues would tease.Only Richard would grimly say, "Professor Spencer, Professor Wallace's family situation is complicated. You'd be better off with someone whose background is simpler and cleaner."As for why he described Ben's background as complicated, Richard didn't dare elaborate. Ben had happened to walk by at that moment and shot him a warning glance."So, Professor Spencer, are you suggesting we should maintain a proper distance?" Ben asked, his eyes fixed intently on Nicole's."Yes." Ni
"Professor Wallace, you're quite the smooth talker. I imagine you're good at winning over the ladies."After years of being insulted and belittled by Travis, being complimented by another man felt strange to Nicole. She even felt herself getting warm.She stood up, gathering the empty dishes, and turned toward the kitchen.From behind her came the man's deep, magnetic voice."Professor Spencer, I'm not good at winning women over. I'm good at keeping them at a distance."Nicole paused. "Those women must be quite heartbroken then!"With that, she hurried into the kitchen.She turned on the faucet, cool water running over her skin.Her rational mind gradually cleared.Nicole, men love to sweet-talk, don't let yourself be fooled by their words.She reminded herself of this as she washed the dishes."Washing dishes this way wastes water. Let me do it."Ben, having finished his meal, walked into the kitchen and noticed Nicole staring absent-mindedly at the running water."Sorry,
Nicole was exhausted.After returning to her dorm and quickly freshening up, she slept from 2 PM straight through until 6 PM.She hurriedly ordered ingredients from a delivery app, then tidied up her apartment.After spending half an hour washing and chopping vegetables, she realized it was already seven o'clock.Ben knocked on her door right on time."Professor Spencer, is dinner ready?" he asked, walking in with drinks in hand.Nicole glanced at her cold stove and pots, and cleared her throat."I woke up late, so I've just finished prepping the ingredients. I'll be done quickly, Professor Wallace. Please make yourself comfortable on the couch.""Need any help?""No need. I can manage.""Okay then. I'll take you up on that."Though he said he wouldn't impose, Ben did exactly that—settling onto the couch and casually picking up a medical journal to read.When Nicole finally called him to the table, he returned the book to the shelf, washed his hands, and helped arrange the
Lucy's question was like a hand reaching for the delicate veil covering Travis's thoughts, nearly exposing his true feelings.Travis gently touched his bandaged head and immediately denied it. "Lucy, what are you saying? How could I ever like that woman? She's the one who caused your condition."Lucy wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with emotion. "Travis, I know I'm disabled now and no longer worthy of you. I would bless your relationship with anyone—anyone except Nicole!""I understand. Don't worry, I won't fall for her. I just don't want her to have it easy.""Would you swear to it?"Travis fell silent.As a man approaching 30, he certainly knew how childish and hollow such oaths were.But if it would give Lucy some peace of mind, saying a few more words didn't matter.He raised his right hand toward the ceiling, his handsome face solemn and serious."Lucy, I swear on my life that I will never develop feelings for Nicole. If I ever like Nicole, may