NOAH
Olivia tried to get up and leave, but I wouldn't let her. I tightened my grip, not allowing her to move even an inch.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement as I watched her struggle against my hold. She looked frightened, her attempts to break free only making her more desperate.
She gritted her teeth slightly and said, "Dr. Morgan," in a warning tone.
Finally, I released my grip on her. She quickly stood up and took several steps back, putting some distance between us.
She took a deep breath. "Dr. Morgan, please have some self-respect," she said coldly, then turned and walked away.
"Self-respect?" I muttered, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched her disappearing figure.
As I was driving out of the hospital, I spotted a girl walking along the road, dressed in a light blue long dress. A faint, familiar scent lingered in the air, slowly drifting toward me.
I couldn't help but notice how her skin seemed to glow with a dazzling whiteness-impossible to ignore. It sparked an uncanny sense of familiarity within me.
The image of kissing her, even though I had only kissed my thumb pressed against her lips, lingered in my mind. I could still feel the delicate softness at the corner of her lips, the faint, sweet fragrance that lingered in the air, and the way her waist felt in my hand, as though I could hold it effortlessly.
She was probably cursing me in her mind for acting like a jerk earlier.
I honked the horn a few times. She startled like a cat, jolting and warily glancing at my car as it pulled up beside her.
I rolled down my car window, letting her see my face, and then I said, "Get in."
"No need, Dr. Morgan," she said coldly.
"I don't want to repeat myself," I replied, my tone firm.
She ignored me and started to walk away, but I called after her, "Don't you want the dog anymore? If not, I'll just throw it away."
She quickly slid into the car, and I couldn't help but smirk. Got you.
"But I still have a meeting to attend," she said after getting in.
"Just enter the address in my GPS," I replied coolly.
She sighed and reluctantly typed the address into my GPS.
After dropping her off at her client's company, I decided to wait for her. Since I had the entire day free and my schedule would likely get busier in the coming days, today seemed like the perfect opportunity to give her the dog.
The look on her face when she stepped outside and saw me standing by my car was priceless. She clearly hadn't expected me to wait-let alone wait until she finished her meeting.
"Why are you still here?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief, her eyes wide with surprise.
I couldn't help but tease her. "Don't you want the dog anymore? Should I just throw it away?" I said with a slight smirk, enjoying the reaction I was getting.
She narrowed her eyes, giving me a death glare that made it clear she wasn't impressed. I chuckled softly, amused by her reaction, and then I opened the car door for her, gesturing for her to get in.
As we reached my penthouse, I chuckled when I noticed Olivia turn around, clearly trying to avoid seeing the password as I entered it on the door.
I stepped inside first, with Olivia following closely behind. I led her into the living room before heading to the kitchen to fetch her a drink.
I saw Milo running toward us, and at first, I thought he was coming to me. But I furrowed my brow when he suddenly darted straight to Olivia. He sniffed her, wagging his tail eagerly.
Olivia looked surprised by the dog's reaction, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she crouched down and entertained him.
"I didn't know you had a dog," she muttered, still looking a bit surprised.
"Why? Don't I look like someone who'd have one?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded, hesitating for a moment. "You keep saying you'd throw the dog away, so I assumed you didn't like them."
I sighed, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "I didn't like them before, but someone does... so I had no choice but to adopt this one." My voice lowered as I thought of Emma.
"I'll just leave you with Milo," I said, gesturing toward the dog. "I'll go get your dog."
I let them play together for a moment before walking toward Milo's room, where the dog Hannah had saved was. I hadn't named it yet, since it was meant to be Hannah's pet. I decided it would be best to leave that decision to her.
"Take it," I said, handing the dog to Olivia.
I also passed her a paper bag filled with dog food and treats. "I bought too much," I remarked casually.
Olivia cradled the dog in her arms, and it whimpered softly, it was calm and well-mannered.
"Thank you," she said quietly, avoiding my gaze. "You've gone through a lot of trouble."
She hesitated for a moment before asking, "How much was all this?"
I had no intention of making her pay for it, but if that was what she wanted, I would respect it. As I looked at her, I couldn't help but notice how often she wore blue-it was the same color she had worn the last time, too.
Strangely, there was something about her that felt familiar, as if I had seen her before. But in the seven years I had spent living in the UK, if I had crossed paths with her, it would have been impossible for me to forget someone like her. With her beauty and demeanor, she was the kind of person who would leave a lasting impression.
The sense of familiarity had been nagging at me ever since I first saw her in the hospital.
I raised an eyebrow slightly as she handed me 50 bucks. I took the cash from her, letting it slide between my fingertips.
She intrigued me.
I sent her to the elevator, and when the doors were about to close, I reached my hand out to stop it.
I stared at her intently. "Olivia, have we met before?" I asked.
She looked nervous.
"Ah... I already told you, we came to you for a consultation before because my daughter has a heart condition," she repeated the same answer as before.
"I wasn't asking about that time," I said, narrowing my eyes slightly.
"No, we've never met before," she said firmly, her voice clear.
