Journey to Happy Ending novel Chapter 1318

"But I'm not interested in other doctors. I've met you, I trust you. So you're my only option." A sly smile cracked on Patricia's face. Stupid man! Didn't he see that her hand was bleeding? How could he stay calm and stand there, doing nothing? Wasn't he a doctor?! A doctor was supposed to heal the wounded and save the dying, wasn't he? So why was he shooing her away?

"Look, I'm super-busy now. Here, let me call up a buddy of mine. He'll patch you up," Tom said and picked up the phone, trying to make an internal call to another doctor. Obviously, he did not want to be Patricia's doctor.

"Hey! I don't want another doctor. You wanna watch me bleed to death, that's fine." Tom didn't realize why Patricia was here. Another doctor? No. She didn't just want her wound to be looked at. If she wanted that, she'd go to just any other doctor. If that was the case, she wouldn't have bitten the bullet and barged into his office.

"That's not going to happen," Tom said. "The blood would congeal before you bleed out, and.. you're threatening me." Tom frowned as it finally dawned on him. The last thing he wanted to see as a doctor was someone who didn't value her own life. Most people wanted to be healthy. A doctor was responsible for keeping people healthy. He could be held liable if he turned her away and something happened.

"Yeah. So don't try me! My wound could be infected, and I could die from that, huh?" Patricia bit her lip. She didn't want to force him, either. But his face, voice, and smile flashed through her head from time to time now. She just couldn't get him out of her head. Patricia wanted nothing more than to figure out why she always thought of him.

"So why come to me, and not someone else?" Tom was gray-faced now. He was still frowning, not because of her bleeding wound, but because it was starting to drip onto the floor now. And rug cleaning was not cheap.

"I dunno. They seem to trust you, but I'm still not sure I can. " This was the first time Patricia went this far for any man. But now she'd figure out, at last, if Tom liked her back.

"Fine. You win. I'll treat you. You're Leena's friend, so I guess," Tom said, clenching his jaw. Actually, he was kind of shocked by her persistence. But he put it out of his head. He wasn't going to think about that now.

"Whatever. Let's do this." A bitter smile spread across Patricia's face. She rued the day she got out of the car with Leena. It was love at first sight, at least as far as she was concerned. She dismissed it, thought that she'd be able to stop thinking of him. But she failed. She just couldn't forget him, still had feelings for him. So she decided to do something about it. She wanted him to remember her, and wanted to know if he felt the same. She got her exam, and she intended to get her answers from his heart.