Meeting You Was Fate

Chapter 29 You Are Like A Fire Extinguisher

"Hop in the car," Nathan ordered seriously.

Mandy was obviously uncooperative. She stood there stiffly.

"Lady, do you know the consequences of playing with fire?" Nathan snickered. His eyes were sparkling with passion and challenge.

"Well, I am kind of a fire extinguisher!" Mandy unyieldingly retorted.

"Yes, I know. I have experienced it. You are really like a fire extinguisher!" Nathan said sarcastically.

Mandy was so embarrassed. She wished the ground would open and eat her. Mandy rolled her eyes, shook her head, and smiled ruefully at Nathan. She regretted saying those words. At that moment, Mandy felt that she was completely defeated. She had no choice but to get inside the car.

"Where do you live?" Nathan asked as he quickly fastened the seat belt.

"And why should I tell you?" Mandy replied stubbornly. She was determined to keep the friction between them with her last remaining ounce of pride. Obviously, she did not learn from her recent painful lesson.

"Okay. Let's go to my home," he countered with emphasis on his property. Without further ado, Nathan stepped on the gas and drove on.

"Hey, wait. Wait!" Mandy shouted with frustration, trying to stop him. Mandy pouted, thinking that Nathan was so ruthless and would never accept defeat.

"Oh? Why? You are going to tell me now?" Nathan smiled gently. The side view of his handsome face was emphasized.

"Happy Residential Community," she said coldly. She didn't want to expound. In fact, even if Mandy would not tell him her address, Nathan already knew it. Along the way, Mandy kept looking out of the window. It was a sunny day, but she was not in a good mood. She was not feeling well but couldn't pour out her emotions.

In the afternoon, she was back at her work at the JR Hospital. Mandy was silently sitting in the outpatient room, waiting for her patients.

Nathan pushed the door open and entered the outpatient room. With a pair of sunglasses and a neat suit, Nathan looked so handsome and cool. Without looking at the patient, Mandy swiped the computer card as she would usually do. Nathan's name immediately popped up on the computer screen. She was startled and raised her head nervously. She saw Nathan was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed like a young gentleman. He was looking at Mandy curiously.

"Are you sick?" she asked professionally. Mandy assumed that Nathan only came here to mess with her. But in this place, he was a patient, and she just couldn't throw him out. Therefore, she had to follow the medical protocol.

"My heart hurts recently, but I don't know why." Nathan kept his eyes looking straight at Mandy. A crooked yet charming smile was hanging at the corner of his mouth.

"And…?" Mandy asked as she looked away and wrote on the medical record with a pen. She did her best to stay calm and restrained her mind from running wild.

"No other symptoms. Only a heart ache," Nathan said. He unbuttoned his shirt and exaggerated his act by putting his hand on his chest to feel his heart. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mandy was so frightened that her eyes widened. She hastily stopped Nathan.

"I'm just taking off my shirt so you can check me properly," Nathan smirked. He again wore his characteristically playful look on his face. In the blink of an eye, Nathan had already taken off his shirt, showing the strong chest muscles that he had always taken great pride in.

Mandy swallowed and took a cold glimpse at it before listening to his heartbeat with the stethoscope. Everything seemed normal. Then she pressed on his chest. Nathan seemed to be very comfortable. He found pleasure in her touch as their skin made contact. If his heart really hurt, the pressure Mandy exerted would definitely have made him cry out. Quite the opposite, Nathan didn't make a sound, nor did he react badly. He enjoyed it very much, with a faint smile on his face. Mandy wanted to laugh and cry all at once. She considered calling the police. A well-behaved lady had no fear of a pervert, but she was afraid of a smart pervert.