Chapter 92: Tucking Mr. Cassius in?
Gemma knew the old lady meant no harm, but she really didn’t have the energy for another romance right now,
“If you really want to thank me, maybe.. pay me a little extra for the consultation?”
She smiled softly, her eyes clear and bright, like crystal glass.
It didn’t seem like she was lying.
Elizabeth nodded, her smile lifting the corners of her eyes. Instead of looking old, it gave her an air of kindness and warmth.
“The consultation fee, of course. But Cashy will handle it.”
Cashy?
Elizabeth didn’t say anything, and turned her eyes.
Gemma followed the eyes towards the front, only to see Cassius.
Cassius… Cashy?
That nickname…
Was like…
Calling a grizzly bear “Snuggles.”
Gemma had to hold back a laugh
“The consultation fee will be handled.” Cassius nodded, his expression as cold as ever.
His voice, however, was calm, showing no irritation toward the nickname “Cashy”
Elizabeth smiled again, still unwilling to give up “Dr. Kelestine, I know many wonderful young men.”
Gemma wanted to disappear.
She had saved a life, and this little old lady was paying her back by playing matchmaker?
“Let’s talk about that later. Focus on getting better first.”
Elizabeth didn’t take it as a brush–off and happily lay back down
“Alright, alright. Once I’m discharged, I’ll introduce you to someone.
Why did this feel like she was being set up?
Before she could think further, the doctors called her away. Since she had saved Elizabeth, they wanted her to create a
post–op recovery plan.
She gladly agreed.
After she left, Elizabeth opened her eyes and glanced at Cassius, who was still standing there.
Her eyes were filled with disapproval.
Had her parenting gone wrong?
Why was this child like a stone?
She tried probing.
“Cashy, it seems like Dr. Kelestine doesn’t want me introducing her to anyone. Could she still have feelings for her ex–husband?”
“No,” Cassius replied, his tone emotionless yet surprisingly certain.
Elizabeth was taken aback. “How do you know? Are you a mind reader?”
Cassius lifted his gaze slightly. “She didn’t go home.”
That one cryptic sentence left Elizabeth stunned for a full thirty seconds.
“What does that mean?” She was utterly baffled.
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But Cassius didn’t explain, returning his attention to the documents in his hand.
Elizabeth, “…
This introverted man deserved to be single.
Gemma finished the recovery plan and even wrote a prescription.
The doctors, loyal to Cassius, reviewed her prescription to ensure it was safe for Elizabeth, then accepted it and began preparations.
Leaving the office, Gemma noticed a few people standing guard by the door.
When they saw her staring, one of them explained.
“Mr. Cassius asked us to ensure your safety.”
Gemma nodded, not asking further.
She didn’t mind. After all, if not for Cassius’s careful arrangements, she might’ve died during the hospital incident.
Thank you.
The guards smiled sheepishly.
Just then, her phone rang. She stepped aside to answer the call.
The guards, understanding boundaries, positioned themselves where they could keep her in sight without eavesdropping.
The call was from Brian.
“Gemma, you took the day off?”
Gemma rubbed her sore wrist, tired from writing prescriptions. “Yeah, had some things to handle.”
Still, before taking leave, she had delegated her work. It wouldn’t disrupt patient care or hospital operations.
Th
“Are you free the day after tomorrow? I need your help checking the pills.
They’d already discussed this before.
Gemma, naturally, didn’t refuse.
“Sure. Send me the address, and I’ll come to you
Her phone buzzed with a message–Brian had sent the lab location.
After that, Brian hesitated.
“Actually…”
“Hm?” Gemma, about to hang up, brought the phone back to her ear.
Brian paused for a while.
“Are you safe?”
Gemma chuckled. “Very safe. Don’t worry.”
She had no idea that the Read family was under attack, trapped in a dire situation.
Brian’s concern was understandable
“Good.”
He sighed in relief. “I’ll drive to pick you up the day after tomorrow.
“Alright.”
Gemma ended the call and headed back to the hospital room.
Opening the door, the room was quiet
Elizabeth was already fast asleep.
The monitors showed her vitals were stable and back to normal.
As for Cassius…
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She glanced toward the black leather couch in the corner.
The man was lying there.
His suit jacket was draped over the side.
The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a hint of his chest.
Though she couldn’t see much, his toned physique was evident.
Even in sleep, his lips remained pressed into a firm line, and his cold demeanor seemed even more pronounced.
He must be exhausted.
His aunt had been on the brink of death.
The culprit was his cousin’s mistress. The cousin was useless.
of all
On top that, he managed an entire empire. A single decision could either elevate or ruin countless lives.
The workload alone was crushing, not to mention the mental strain.
Gemma picked up a small blanket, softened her steps, and approached him.
Only then did she notice he was still holding the coffee she’d given him.
She paused.
To her, Cassius was an enigma
In media reports, he was simply described as a successful businessman ruling over a vast empire.
In some people’s eyes, he was cold, ruthless, and unapproachable.
But to her…
She saw a different Mr. Cassius.
He was just an ordinary person who didn’t express his emotions well.
Maybe, in his position, showing emotion was a weakness.
He wasn’t hard to get along with
Even si
n simple candy or coffee seemed to please him
He valued loyalty and kept his promises
He had promised to protect her and treat her with respect–and he truly followed through
She was just doing her job as a doctor.
But Cassius had repaid her far beyond what the consultation fee could cover.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
His voice, low and slightly hoarse, startled her. His deep eyes, groggy from sleep, quickly regained their usual sharp. dangerous clarity.
Gemma held up the blanket, “I was wondering if a big–shot CEO like you needs to balance work and rest.”
Cassius’s gaze landed on the blanket, its pink and fluffy style clearly his aunt’s preference. His lips twitched faintly.
“I do. Go ahead, tuck me in.”
