No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife

now and stay as far away from here as possible," Bec

om white wedding dress heavy around her legs. She looked at

giving as a winter ocean. "Who told you to drug my drink and tip off the report

g. "We already had an arranged marriage, Beckham

, signaling the two massive bodyguards

ed back at Beckham's retreating, resolute figure, her vision blurring with hot tears. She

o rest on her flat stomach. Finally, the

years

of the Chief of Surgery's office

urgeon in the country, one of the very few cap

rp, sterile scent of bleach

gh the gaps in the window blinds. Amy bl

te in the center of the Persian rug sharpened i

er chin and the pristine cut of her designer hospital gown screamed of wealth and

was a tall figure in a tailored, pitch-b

am Gr

y, sharp jawline, straight nose, and eyes

disgust crossed his face. "You disappeared for f

m behind his desk. He cleared his throat,

ch. She is the top surgeon I was tel

d shock cracked the ice in Beckham's eyes. Then the fr

possessively gripping his sleeve, offer

heavy leather shoes sank into the rug, each step a muffled, rh

ked out the sunlight, casting a dark, suffocating shadow over her fa

tely," Beckham said. His voice was a flat,

coat. She tilted her chin up, meeting his dead stare.

N

e dropping to a lethal octave. "Whatever

Are you not afraid that if I go into that

his breath brushing her ear, hot and menacing. "If she do

e locked in a silent, deadly war, neither willing to back down. The intense, suffoc

d sweat from his forehead. "Actually, Mr. Graham... given Amira's current condition, Dr. Leach

dly atmosphere in the room thawed slightly. Beckham's lethal

other command, she gave him and Amira a cold, detached look. She tur

pping out, she paused, not bothering to look

ee time, remember to s

behind her, leaving a stunned Beckh