After returning to the hospital, I thought the encounter with my ex-boyfriend was over.
Unexpectedly, one day a week later, Damian suddenly appeared at the door of the department where I was interning.
He was holding a bouquet of flowers. It was the jasmine that I used to tell him that I liked the most.
Like him, I always spoke harshly. When we were together, we often made sarcastic remarks to each other. Now that we had broken up, I hadn't changed this habit.
I walked up to him, glanced at him, and casually said, "Are you here to see a patient?"
Hearing that, Damian was not angry but instead looked at me with a smile.
He stuffed the flowers into my arms, revealing the canine tooth that pricked me when we kissed. "It's for you."
My expression changed slightly, and I asked him, "Don't you think it's a bit late?"
He thought about it seriously and came to a conclusion, saying, "I realized my mistake and can be forgiven."
If it were in the past, and Damian spoke to me like this, I would definitely be a fool in love again. I'd kiss him and hug him while saying I wasn't mad at all.
But now, I was a cold-blooded intern doctor. "Don't pretend to be affectionate. I'm not buying it."
Damian looked at me in a daze as if he couldn't believe that I'd say so.
One of my colleagues who was passing by really wanted to see us get back together. Before I had a chance to stop him, he had already whispered a few words to Damian.
When Damian approached me, I could only hear our heartbeats.
They were rapid and flustered.
He said, "Emilia, I really know I was wrong."
