Love At The Wrong Table

In the morning, Emmanuel arrived at the hospital for his shift when one of

Beacon Hospital’s deputy directors, Addison Barnes, came to him.

“Dr. Barnes, is there anything you need from me?” Emmanuel could barely

hide his surprise.

He was a regular hospital staff, while Addison held the position of deputy

director. Typically, if someone from higher management needed to meet

with him, they would send someone to get him. This was the first time

Addison himself had sought him out.

“Emmanuel, are you up for a home visit today?”

To his surprise, Addison even asked for his opinion.

“A home visit?” Emmanuel parted his lips in disbelief. He had never

conducted a home visit before, nor was he aware that the hospital

provided such a service.

“Yes, it appears that Ms. Claudette Lenoir is unwell and prefers not to

come to the hospital. She has requested a home visit, and she is willing to

pay a substantial amount for this service,” Addison explained, getting

straight to the point. “If you don’t have any urgent matters to attend to, I

will authorize you to proceed with the home visit. The payment will go to

the hospital, but you can keep any tips received.”

“Oh, okay,” Emmanuel agreed readily.

He knew that the hospital needed to make money. Considering the

financial pressure he was under to repay Ryder’s debt and fulfill his

obligations to Mackenzie, he saw the opportunity for extra income as a

welcomed offer.

He couldn’t help but recall the rules they agreed upon yesterday.

That was precisely why he abandoned the notion of them being together

and accepted the reality that their paths would eventually diverge. He

resolved not to accumulate any further debts or obligations to Mackenzie,

wanting to ensure a clean break when the time came for their separation. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Emmanuel walked out of the hospital with his medical kit to see a

Rolls-Royce waiting for him outside.

A strange expression crossed Darren’s face when he noticed the

expensive car.

How could Emmanuel afford to buy a Rolls-Royce?

Emmanuel didn’t think much about his ride as he was focused on treating

his client’s condition and earning his deserved pay. He soon arrived at a

private mansion where Claudette was waiting for him alone.

“Ms. Lenoir, you look unwell. What happened?” Emmanuel asked.

“Dr. Lowe, I-I dare not head out today. When I walk, I feel unusually itchy

and painful,” Claudette explained awkwardly as she pointed at her body.

“Please allow me to conduct a physical examination,” Emmanuel

requested, gesturing for her to cooperate so he could assess her

condition.

It wasn’t the first time, but Claudette still felt a bit shy.

Emmanuel checked her body thoroughly and discovered many rashes

throughout her body.

Those rashes were smooth to the touch but felt a little warm.

It was a strange condition.

“Bear with me while I continue my examination.”

“Okay,” Claudette nodded, her cheeks turning pink.

She had to endure his touches to get better.

When Emmanuel examined her, she dared not lower her head to look at

him.

She had been under immense stress due to her condition, and as a result,

she was hesitant to undergo examinations by other doctors, even if they

were female like herself.

However, she was concerned that allowing Emmanuel to examine her

body might be misinterpreted as lacking modesty. That made her feel

internally conflicted.

“Ms, Lenoir, your condition is a result of an imbalance of positive and

negative energy within your body. As I’ve mentioned before, due to your

specific body composition, it is important for you to avoid certain types of

food. I suspect that you might have consumed heat-inducing foods or

those that promote blood circulation, leading to your current situation.”

Upon hearing that, Claudette heaved a sigh of relief.

She felt relieved to know that Emmanuel would never misunderstand her,

even if others might.

The understanding he showed brought her a sense of comfort, and she

immediately felt more at ease.

“Well, I had a craving last night. I ended up eating some king crabs and

drinking liquor. That’s all.”

“You must cut down on eating seafood, and you should avoid consuming

any more liquor. I will write you a prescription. Take the medication for a

few days, and the rashes will fade away. Make sure to get plenty of rest

during this time,” Emmanuel instructed firmly as he wrote down the

prescription.

Claudette stared at his side profile, utterly transfixed.

She never considered herself a stunning beauty, but she had never lacked male admirers since her youth. Many men saw her as a goddess and showered her with attention.