Substitute Groom: Married To An Enemy novel Chapter 6

Moriah was surprised to see Ethan was having breakfast in the dining room when she came down after getting ready for her duty in the hospital.

‘Didn’t he leave the house last night? When did he come back?’ She asked herself while she sat.

They had their breakfast in complete silence, ignoring each other’s presence. Moriah's phone rang when she was just leaving the dining room. She pulled her phone and responded to the call immediately.

"Denver, is anything wrong?" she said.

“We need you here right now, there was a road accident and many victims needed an urgent surgery and we lack doctors,” Denver was panting when he spoke from the other end of the line.

“Alright, I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she put her phone in her bag and walked out of the mansion in such a haste that she didn't notice the servant greeting her.

Opening her car door, she felt a hand hold her wrist. She turned with a tinge of annoyance in her face.

“What do you want? I’m in a hurry and need to perform a surgery," she said to Ethan with a frown and extricated her arm from his hold.

"I'll give you a ride to the hospital," he said, dragging her to his car.

"No, thank you, I can get there," she refused and withdrew her hand. She just can’t stomach him touching her.

“With your car, you can’t reach the hospital in twenty minutes. If you want to help the victims, then let me drive you to the hospital,” he pulled her again toward his car, Moriah let him be as she didn't want to have a tug of war and that she was in a hurry.

They boarded Ethan’s sports car and effortlessly Ethan drove his car.

"From this point on, you're not going to drive your car. You’ll use one of my cars and a chauffeur will drive for you wherever you go,” Ethan bossily said while his eyes were focused on the road.

“No need,” Moriah refused him mercilessly. Though her car wasn’t that expensive, it was still quite okay and functions well.

Ethan held the steering wheel tightly so that his knuckles turned white, he spoke coldly, “Your work requires you to arrive as quickly as possible whenever there’s an emergency and you need a fast and efficient car. And a chauffeur will be helpful for you too. That’s final,” he said high handedly, and she sneered in his autocratic statement.

“Alright,” she agreed just to stop the argument. She knew better than to let this argument unsettle her. She needs a clear mind to be able to perform a surgery.

“Call me when you’re going home and I’ll pick you up,” Ethan said when they were at the hospital entrance.

“I don’t have your phone number,” she answered and got out of the car.

Ethan watched her dart to the hospital. His wife didn’t even bother to get his phone number. It seems that his wife’s hatred towards him was deep in the bones. His face darkened at the thought of her deep hatred for him.

“You're fast,” Denver said when she saw Moriah, it only took her nearly twenty minutes to reach the hospital.

She grunted her reply and went to wash her hands. “What’s the patient's condition?”

“Fractured arm and legs and a dislocated bone,” Denver said.

They both went into the operating theater and started to do the surgery after looking at the x-ray result. After an hour and half the surgery was finished and Moriah went to her office. Patients already lined up for their check up.

“Dr. Chen, what time am I going to call the patient in?” She knew that Moriah had been to the operating theater and done a surgery and that she needed some rest.

“We can start now,” they were already sick and she didn’t have the heart to make them wait.

She grew up seeing her parents' kind heartedness and admired them for it. Hence, she also developed a kind heart.

It was almost 2pm when her last patient left her office. Her door flung open, Cindy came in with a grin.

“Let's have lunch together,” her ears were itching to hear about Moriah’s marriage with her sworn enemy. Moriah sent her a message that Ethan had arrived.

“Alright,” she took her bag.

“Let’s go,” Cindy said excitedly.

“Dr. Westland, you have a patient,” a nurse announced while they were walking in the lobby, halting their steps.

Moriah couldn’t help but chuckle seeing the annoyed look on her friend's face.

“I’ll check on my patient quickly. Surely, the other general practitioners are out. Come with me to my office,” she pulled Moriah’s hand and they went to her office.