All Chapters of She's back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morgan's POVWe stared at each other for seconds, wild thoughts running through my head. The man I had been avoiding, the one I had used at the fundraiser was Winston Valentine, a doctor. What in the history of coincidences is this? My heart started to race in my chest. Why?! Why?! I had done a very good job at avoiding him so far! And now he's my doctor?Finally, he cleared his throat, making us break eye contact. I looked down at my hands, speechless. I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. "So...you are Miss Morgan Rosewood." He said with emphasis on the Rosewood."Yes, I am." I said quietly. Thank goodness he didn't start off with something from the fundraiser. Was he acting like we never met or was he in his doctor self or did he not remember me? I think I would go with either he first or the second."So let's hear the reason you are here."I raised my head and stared at him. "I've been feeling weak, tired and dizzy. Sometimes, my stomach seems to be in pain and then toda

Morgan's POVA Saturday. Finally.If only I could scream and mean that. But no! I had work as usual, and I had to finish up more and more work that had been piling on my desk, day in day out. I couldn't complain because, hell! That was the Rosewood oil mill.I got down from the bed yawning, washed up and went to have breakfast. I knew I had to get to work early, to at least get a lot done before lunch, but unluckily for me, I woke up just a little bit late, even when I knew that investors were all lined up, wanting to invest in different segments of the enterprise.Some wanted to invest in the food segment, others shoes, clothing, jewelery, but the biggest we had been expecting, was our potential investor of the year that wanted to invest in our jewelry segment. My favourite!"You overslept." Miranda said as soon as I got to the dinning room. "What am amazing good morning Miranda. Where have your manners gone?" I was surprised that that would be the first thing my four year old daugh

Morgan's pov:"May I join you?" Winston asked, his eyes sparkling with a smile."Sure" I replied. He took the seat opposite mine and turned to the waitress. "I'll have the fettuccine pasta and a side of chicken.""And I'll have the beef Wellington and some wine.""Wine?" Winston asked and chuckled. "I know it's the middle of the day but I need it." I said with a sigh. " You don't want to know why.""Okay that will be all?" The waitress asked, her gaze travelling between us both. "Yes thank you," I said. She walked away to get out orders ready."Actually, I do." Winston said, making me turn to him. "I want to know what happened."I thought back at the conference room, seeing Dante sitting there so smug and so proud. And anger flared up inside me."I met someone I didn't want to ever see again."Winston nodded solemnly. "That can be hard.""Tell me about it. And the audacity he had! Urgh! ""I'm so sorry you had to deal with such," He said, sincerity in his eyes. "It's not your faul

Morgan's POV:"Dad, you're being unreasonable." My father stared at me, an unamused look on his face. He leaned forward, his chin propped on his palms as he rested his elbows on my desk. "Why don't you sit down?" He said and gestured to the seat opposite him."I don't need to," I said with a sigh. "I know why you're here, and I won't do it.""Morgan my dear child," he got to his feet and walked over to me. "I understand how you feel, believe me I do.""Dad, I'm tired. And right now all I want to do is go back home and rest."The kids were probably in bed by now. The birthday party had long ended. I received an information from Nora that my father was still at work. According to him, he refused to leave until I arrived."You entrusted this company to me, don't you trust my choices?" I asked."I do, but this is beyond personal reasons.""Working with Dante Fontaine? Dad you know it's impossible. I can't do it. You of all people know why I didn't reveal my identity when I was getting m

Morgan's pov:"Is everything okay?" I blinked, distracting myself from my thoughts. For a moment I had forgotten I was with someone. I raised my head and looked at Winston. He has a worried look on his face. "I'm okay," I said and smiled. "I had to come in person, and I apologize for taking time out of your busy day.""It's a Sunday," Winston said with a kind smile. "And I'm always happy to help out a patient. It's my duty.""Right," I laughed. "It's a Sunday.""So," Winston said, his head tilted to the side. "What's the problem? Do you feel strange?""I have a headache ---" From all the thinking I've been doing, my heart hurts too but I can't tell him that. "---and I don't think I can accept the leave of absence.""You need to rest, Morgan. Give your body time to recover.""I know that, and maybe one day I'll go on a month long vacation but...it's not now. "I have an older sister. I don't know how things are going to change right now , and I can't take a break now. Everything will