Chapter Twelve

For the first time in a very long while, Connor woke up not caring about literally anything. It was as if he woke up with a new goal which was to live life the way it comes and most importantly not get married to Diane or anyone else.

After being awake and staring at nothing in particular for about ten minutes, Connor got up from the bed at some minutes to 8 am. He went straight to the bedroom to do his business after which he started getting ready for work.

Connor was almost ready when a knock came through on the door.

"How's my not-so-favorite patient doing?"

Connor rolled his eyes, and went back to the room, taking a seat by the edge of the bed.

"Well, good morning to you grumpy one." She helped herself in.

"Nice place." She mumbled, placing the first aid box on the bed beside Coonor.

"I wonder if I'll ever see you smile again."

"Can you just focus on why you are here?!"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You better be polite or I'll just pick up my things and leave."

Connor gave her