All Chapters of I Married My Grumpy Patient!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Fine then,” I snapped and glared at Moore. “Don’t let me go,” I told him, “ it makes no difference to me anyway,” I continued and took a step past him, “Because I have already moved on from you—”“Why are you lying to yourself, Amber?” Moore asked in return. “Do you genuinely believe that if you say this over and over again it will suddenly become the truth?” He deadpanned and I sucked in a sharp breath.I ran my hands through my hair and breathed. “How can I explain this to you? In what way can I say it so you understand?” I searched his eyes as I spoke. “We are in two different worlds now, Moore. I am no longer a psychologist and you aren't some bachelor struggling to get over his ex-wife—”“I love you.” Moore shut my rant completely and we locked eyes. My heart raced in my chest and I stumbled back before I regained balance. “No, you do not love me,” I informed him and my eyes stung with tears, “if you loved me you would have tried to listen to me, you would have waited because I

“This is the house?” Moore asked after we stepped out of his car and i nodded. It had taken us a few hours to finally navigate the place, turns up he was just bluffing about knowing the neighborhood. “So how are we going to do this? Do we just march in or should I get a—““Don’t move a muscle!” Someone barked and we turned to see Mark standing there. He had a pistol in his hand and he pointed at us. He looked like he had not aged a day and had his famous sadistic smirk plastered on his face, the one that had haunted my brother for years.“Put the gun down Mark.” I deadpanned and took a step forward but Moore held me back, I yanked my hand from his grip and took a another step forward. “Send him out. Let my brother come to me,” I demanded in a sharp tone. “Ain’t no brother of yours living here little lady.” Mark shrugged and stared at me closely. “But hold up, aren’t you that pretty lady on the news? The one that my son lives with…” The brown haired man trailed off and walked down th

“Thank you, Moore,” I whispered and liked away tiredly. “It’s nothing, Millie kept us sane throughout, we should thank her, she reminds me so much of you.” “M-Millie?l My ears perked up at his words and I glanced around the room but could not find anyone. “Who–”“It’s Christie,” My mother spoke softly and I snapped my head at her with a furrowed eyebrow. I had so many questions running through my mind at that moment but I bit hard on my tongue. “What do you mean?” my voice was low and soaked with confusion. “I don’t remember giving her that name,” I glanced between Moore and my mother. “You didn’t. Moore gave it to her, he wanted Christie to have a name like mine, you know... Mercedes...Millie,” She spoke in a lighthearted tone but I was not placed. “You cannot just change her name,” Ny's tone had an edge to it, “She already has a name,” I glared at Moore as I spoke. The dark-haired man sighed. “I didn’t change her name, Amber.” Moore clarified. “I just gave her a nice name,”“

“Great!” Christie exclaimed and grabbed the book from me, before I could say or do anything else, Moore entered the room with the book in his hands. He had a small smile playing on his tips and his eyes sparkled with anticipation. I turned to Christie who immediately wheeled herself out of the room. “What are you trying to do?” I asked with a straight face. “Use Christie to get to me?”“Not everything I do is an agenda to get close to you,” Moore retorted and pulled a chair out of nowhere. I sat up on the bed and he sat down on the chair.Moore’s fringe hair was a mess. He had dark circles under his eyes. His perfect jawline ran just below his neck and He bit down on his plump lips as he scanned through the book I could not help myself from admitting that even though he looked more like the patient than I was, Alexander Moore was still as drop dead gorgeous as the first day we met. He raised his head suddenly and perfect blue orbs locked with mine, my breath caught in my throat. “Y

I frowned and forced myself to sit up when Moore walked back in. “You need to stop this,” my voice came out softer than I had intended. “What do you mean?” Moore furrowed his eyebrows and sat in the chair that was opposite me. “What you are doing with Christie, making her get close to you and —““What do you mean, Amber?” Moore raised his voice a bit, “Christie is my daughter you asked me to stay away and not her the truth, and I did so,” His jaw slacked for a few seconds and I realized he had run out of words. “If she is genuinely interested in getting to know her father, then why are you depriving her of that right?”“Because you are going to leave!” I snapped and tightened my grip on the sheets. The machines in the room started beeping, a sob escaped my lip and tears rolled down my cheeks. “Don’t go! Stay here! I am still talking!” I demanded in a sharp tone. Moore midway. He was about to get up from his chair when I spoke. “You won’t choose her!” I reminded him in a sharp tone