She Won't Forgive - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Noel stood still for two beats, then suddenly let out a low chuckle as he tugged at his tie. "She tried to bluff me with a fake resignation. She probably didn't think I'd actually double-check with HR."
"You mean Ms. Bateman didn't quit at all? She just made that up?" Tyrell asked.
"What else could it be?" Noel scoffed. "Classic move to get my attention."
He thought, 'Well, it worked. Now all my attention's on her. Playing hard to get—Camila was getting real good at this.'
The sarcasm in his expression didn't quite hide the relief in his chest. 'So she's not really leaving me,' he pondered.
Tyrell chimed in smoothly, "Since it looks like she doesn't actually want to end things, why not be the bigger person and smooth things over?"
"Me? Smooth things over with her?" Noel turned his cold gaze toward Tyrell. "She gives me attitude and I'm supposed to go coddle her? You sure your brain's not scrambled?"
"Well, keeping things like this with Ms. Bateman doesn't help either," Tyrell mumbled, looking a little uneasy. "Like, even your coffee's been off the past two days." He trailed off the moment he caught Noel's deadly glare.
Noel snapped, "Call her. Tell her to come back to work."
Tyrell looked miserable. "Mr. Anderson, did you forget? She blocked me too."
Noel was speechless.
After the acupuncture treatment, Andreas suggested Camila go get some scans done. Thanks to Johnathon pulling strings, everything moved lightning-fast like she was on a VIP track.
Camila stepped into the radiology room while Johnathon waited just outside. Having someone there to walk her in, and knowing he was waiting right outside for her, quietly chased away the fear and uncertainty that had been gnawing at her.
The scan didn't take long, and soon enough the results were out. Johnathon held the film in one hand and led Camila back to his department.
Before stepping inside, Camila glanced at the nameplate outside his office. It read: Cardiothoracic Surgeon—Dr. Johnathon Hemming. There was even a formal ID photo attached—same cold, refined air, same outrageously handsome face.
Compared to the hospital's usual sea of balding, middle-aged male doctors, Johnathon was practically in another league. To that, Camila added another label to her impression of him—Dr. Hemming, ridiculously good-looking and genuinely kind.
Johnathon, with his gold-rimmed glasses and focused gaze, studied the scan carefully. After a while, he said gently, "The bones look good—no major damage. But it seems like when you first got hurt, there was trauma to the periosteum.
"That's why your hand stayed swollen for a while. You probably kept using it a lot during recovery too, so now there's a bit of lingering stiffness. It's not serious, though.
"With Dr. Quilter's acupuncture sessions, it'll gradually heal. Give it three to four weeks and you'll feel a noticeable difference. Movements will be smoother with less strain."
It was like he could see everything that had happened to her hand without even being there. Camila blinked, genuinely impressed. 'Wait, is cardiothoracic surgery now covering orthopedics too?' she wondered. And just like that, she asked aloud.
Johnathon, face dead serious, said, "I'm multi-talented."
Camila choked on her own words.
By the time Camila left the hospital, it was almost noon. She'd originally wanted to buy Johnathon lunch to thank him, but since he still had work to do, she didn't push it. They exchanged contact info instead, agreeing to catch up another time.
Right as she neared her apartment complex, her phone buzzed. It was Jasmin, checking in about her appointment.
Camila filled her in honestly. On the other end, Jasmin's voice rose with excitement. "You two really are meant to be. I mean, what are the odds of running into him at a hospital? Sounds like destiny to me."
"Please don't," Camila groaned. "That kind of talk gives me hives."
Jasmin sighed, "That's because Noel, that piece of crap, did a number on you. But not every guy's a jerk. You can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch."
"You mean Ms. Bateman didn't quit at all? She just made that up?" Tyrell asked.
"What else could it be?" Noel scoffed. "Classic move to get my attention."
He thought, 'Well, it worked. Now all my attention's on her. Playing hard to get—Camila was getting real good at this.'
The sarcasm in his expression didn't quite hide the relief in his chest. 'So she's not really leaving me,' he pondered.
Tyrell chimed in smoothly, "Since it looks like she doesn't actually want to end things, why not be the bigger person and smooth things over?"
"Me? Smooth things over with her?" Noel turned his cold gaze toward Tyrell. "She gives me attitude and I'm supposed to go coddle her? You sure your brain's not scrambled?"
"Well, keeping things like this with Ms. Bateman doesn't help either," Tyrell mumbled, looking a little uneasy. "Like, even your coffee's been off the past two days." He trailed off the moment he caught Noel's deadly glare.
Noel snapped, "Call her. Tell her to come back to work."
Tyrell looked miserable. "Mr. Anderson, did you forget? She blocked me too."
Noel was speechless.
After the acupuncture treatment, Andreas suggested Camila go get some scans done. Thanks to Johnathon pulling strings, everything moved lightning-fast like she was on a VIP track.
Camila stepped into the radiology room while Johnathon waited just outside. Having someone there to walk her in, and knowing he was waiting right outside for her, quietly chased away the fear and uncertainty that had been gnawing at her.
The scan didn't take long, and soon enough the results were out. Johnathon held the film in one hand and led Camila back to his department.
Before stepping inside, Camila glanced at the nameplate outside his office. It read: Cardiothoracic Surgeon—Dr. Johnathon Hemming. There was even a formal ID photo attached—same cold, refined air, same outrageously handsome face.
Compared to the hospital's usual sea of balding, middle-aged male doctors, Johnathon was practically in another league. To that, Camila added another label to her impression of him—Dr. Hemming, ridiculously good-looking and genuinely kind.
Johnathon, with his gold-rimmed glasses and focused gaze, studied the scan carefully. After a while, he said gently, "The bones look good—no major damage. But it seems like when you first got hurt, there was trauma to the periosteum.
"That's why your hand stayed swollen for a while. You probably kept using it a lot during recovery too, so now there's a bit of lingering stiffness. It's not serious, though.
"With Dr. Quilter's acupuncture sessions, it'll gradually heal. Give it three to four weeks and you'll feel a noticeable difference. Movements will be smoother with less strain."
It was like he could see everything that had happened to her hand without even being there. Camila blinked, genuinely impressed. 'Wait, is cardiothoracic surgery now covering orthopedics too?' she wondered. And just like that, she asked aloud.
Johnathon, face dead serious, said, "I'm multi-talented."
Camila choked on her own words.
By the time Camila left the hospital, it was almost noon. She'd originally wanted to buy Johnathon lunch to thank him, but since he still had work to do, she didn't push it. They exchanged contact info instead, agreeing to catch up another time.
Right as she neared her apartment complex, her phone buzzed. It was Jasmin, checking in about her appointment.
Camila filled her in honestly. On the other end, Jasmin's voice rose with excitement. "You two really are meant to be. I mean, what are the odds of running into him at a hospital? Sounds like destiny to me."
"Please don't," Camila groaned. "That kind of talk gives me hives."
Jasmin sighed, "That's because Noel, that piece of crap, did a number on you. But not every guy's a jerk. You can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch."
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