Chapter 41: Fake or Real Date?

Ella

"Dinner?" I question.

I'm incredibly aware of Elijah's intentions when it comes to me. He's not exactly subtle with his emotions, and I can read his face with ease.

I won't delude myself into thinking he has real romantic feelings for me, however. All this is–all this shall ever be–is a professional, working relationship. Right now, even if I want more than this, the hospital's partnership is my primary concern.

And honestly, I don't want that. I want to focus on the work that made up my early twenties. I want to help grow and expand this hospital and the people within it.

Leaving George just to fall into another man's arms feels like an insult to my strength and position as a surgeon. The right path for me at this moment is to worry about what I can control in my career, not my love life.

"Alright," I respond matter-of-factly. "Let's go."

"Wonderful," Elijah states, clapping his hands together. "I have a few places in mind."

We make our way out of the office and walk si