Chapter 553


    "Tell me the truth. You''ve been hounding me for ages just for this, haven''t you?"


    Karen wore a look that saw right through him; her scoff was dripping with contempt.


    Jeffery was at a loss for words, but frustration bottled up inside as he held back.


    "Karen, you sure have a way with summaries!" He gave her a thumbs-up as a sarcastic gesture,


    "Was it not who asked you first to be my girlfriend? And you said no! I never wanted such... such


    improper affair to maintain between us."


    "You even know the word ''improper,'' huh?" Karen shot him a piercing nce, checked the time on


    her phone, and nodded towards the market by the entrance of themunity, "You better go shop."


    Jeffery''s mind could never keep pace with Karen''s whims.


    "Shop for what?"


    "Condoms! Or are you nning on making babies?"


    In silence, Jeffery''s lips twisted ufortably. He disliked the way she treated their situation as if it


    was nothing more than a transaction.


    Karen just wanted to shake him off and get away from his grasp.


    "Still standing there?"


    Jeffery''s lips quivered slightly, his voice involuntarily lowering, "No need to buy. I''ve got some in the


    car."


    "Hmph," Karen snorted, pushing him back a step, "Let''s go then. Where to?"


    "Now? Right now?"


    "Mr. Turner, I''d appreciate it if you could make it quick. My folks are waiting for me at home."


    With those words, she strode off ahead, her casual indifference casting Jeffery in the light of a lover


    seeking validation.


    ...


    Dorothy Sanchez took a stroll around the hospital, appreciating the remarkably fresh air there.


    The hospital''s location was ideal. It was situated just before a forest, where one could breathe


    deeply and even catch the scent of fresh foliage.


    She found a bench and sat down, in no rush to return to the ward. She wanted to give Everett some


    space, to avoid a barrage of questions upon her return.


    She had agreed to a one-month arrangement with Jonathan Lopez, and only a few days had


    passed. She wanted to spend thesest moments with Everett, not dwelling on the future or the


    nature of their rtionship toe.


    "Ms. Sanchez?"


    Quincy, returning from the storeroom with medication, could vaguely see her silhouette from afar.


    But she only dared to greet her when she came closer.


    Dorothy nced her way and smiled, "Dr. Quincy."


    "What are you doing out here? Don''t you need to be with Mr. Lopez?"


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    Quincy, holding the medication, offered a gentle smile. Herb coat was as immacte as ever.


    "Just needed some air." Dorothy answered.


    "Oh." Quincy set the medication on the bench and crouched in front of Dorothy, carefully rolling up


    her pant leg, "Good timing, I can take a look at your leg!"


    She disyed none of the airs typical of a wealthy heiress. Her gaze was filled with concern for her


    patient''s ailment, devoid of any hesitation or distaste.


    Some renowned doctors would carry an air of superiority even if they were in her home country,


    expecting patients to conform to their examination process. But Quincy was never like that.


    "Does it hurt much? The bruising hasn''t faded, but it''s healing."


    "It''s not too painful anymore, just have to take it slow when walking." Dorothy had nearly tripped


    while rushing out earlier.


    Quincy nodded and gave her a solemn piece of advice, "You need to be careful. It''s your leg we''re


    talking about! If it doesn''t heal right, you could be limping for life!"


    Dorothyughed at her remarks, "Okay, I get it."


    She watched Quincy, always so serene and gentle. So she thought Quincy would make a patient,


    caring mother someday...


    "Dr. Quincy, do you like kids?"