Addicted To The Ruthless Surgeon Heiress

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e closed chest, his mouth open. His voice was a

lked to the sink and turned on the cold water, scrubbing the dried blood from und

ormed was a micro-guidewire interventional therapy, a procedure so delicate they wouldn't have dared attempt it without weeks o

ing her in the mirror. He reached into his inner jacket po

rp flourish, and added seven zeros. He t

tipping a valet. "Good work. This should buy you a nice r

per towel from the dispenser and dried her

ck against the sink. She look

flat, "I'm not the idiot yo

rossed his features, followed by the ghost of a smile touching the corner of h

id, her expression unreadable. "Saw a sim

fluid, precise movements he had witnessed

, "if I wanted money, I'

r and pushed his hand away. Th

he room dropped. He stepped forward, crowding

chin up, her eyes boring into his. "I

r lips. "Consider it a ma

chest tightened. The sheer audacity felt lik

d under his arm. She was too quick, too small

ce saw her and shrank

est room Arthur had pointed out earlier. She went in

is reflection in the mirror. He looked

nd threw it into the trash. He walked out into t

sunrise, I want to know her blood type, her kindergarten teacher, a