Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 318 I'm Sick

Anna suddenly realized the truth.

The person who had a listening device attached to him was not Liam.

But herself!

She pushed his heavy body away, "You eavesdropped o n my argument with Chloe.”

"I didn't eavesdrop."

Anna pointed at the smartwatch on her wrist, "It's this, this is also a listening device isn't it!"

Anna had other suspicions, now she was certain her instinct was accurate.

"You're Charles, aren't you!"

Liam didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.”

He seemed certain that James had gotten rid of the person following them.

He heaved her up into his arms and strode into the villa.

"No! I have to report for work at the company tomorrow!"

"You're on leave tomorrow.” "No! I'm exhausted, I need to sleep."

"We can sleep together.”

"No! I don’t want to, I really don't...” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"The important thing is I want to; you don't have to want it.”

Nina sat at her mother's bedside, holding her hand in hers while she quietly stared into space.

As she watched her mother's peaceful sleeping form, her lips curled into a soft smile, the words Liam said t o her ringing in her mind.

"Keep your distance from Michael Hart."

She smiled bitterly, muttering under her breath," Mom, what do you think I should do? I can lie to them, but I can't lie to myself.”

"To be honest, when Mr. Ackman said those words to me, my first thought was how happy I was, because that shows Dr. Hart likes me too right?"

"But..."

"I know, after I did things like that, I've lost the right for him to be interested in me. I don't deserve to be with him..."

Nina almost choked on her words, she was quiet for a moment, bowing her head, but the back of her hand was wet with her fallen tears.

"Mom, the fact that he likes me, makes me so happy. He’s gentle, and so handsome, when he smiles, his lips curl upwards, it's so cute..."

At that moment, she felt her mother's hand move slightly, then the hand broke free from her grasp and wiped the tears off her face.

"Mom, did I wake you?"

Nina felt anxious, she hurriedly wiped her hands across her face and forced a smile onto her lips.

"Mom, how are you feeling? Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

Melissa Baker shook her head, looking at her lovingly, "Nina, it's all my fault...”

"Mom, don't say that."

"Listen to me, I know how terrible it is when I'm sick, I also know I need to receive treatment, but... you're suffering because of me, you're still a kid..."

She sighed and continued, "Nina, if he is such a nice boy, don't lose this chance. If someone can love you and protect you, I will feel relieved."

Nina forced her lips into a tight smile, bitter regret surging in her chest.

Sighing wordlessly, she tucked the blanket around her mother.

"Mom, just focus on your recovery. Don’t think about anything else. I’m fine, I have some good news for you,

I'll be joining the Ackman Group tomorrow! The staff benefits they offer are great.”

Melissa smiled, caressing her face, "My little Nina is all grown up now, I promise to focus on my treatment, so you won’t have to suffer anymore."

"Mom, I'm not suffering, I told you, no matter how tough it is, we have to stay positive and strive forward, this is my life isn’t it?"

"Yeah, I will be by your side through it all. Get some sleep, I'll hold you."

Outside the door, Dr. Hart stood, his white doctor's gown billowing around him. He pressed a long finger o n the door, and sighed deeply, "Goodnight," he muttered in his mind and turned to return to his office.

That night, Nina’s sleep was restless.

In her dreams, Michael found out about her job as an escort, he called her a bitch, and said she did not deserve to be with him...

Nina felt like she cried herself awake.

But when she opened her eyes, they were dry.

She felt frustrated, how could she cry?

If her dreams came true, even if she was devastated, the first thing she should do is give him a tight slap. What she did was none of his business!

Her mother was still asleep.

Ever since she was admitted into the hospital, she was asleep most of the time.

The doctor said this was normal, it shows her body was trying to heal itself.

Nina stretched, smoothing out the kinks in her neck from her sleep, brushed her teeth, and sat in front of the windows in a daze.

The sun was just peeking out of the horizon, it was still early in the morning.

She remembered the few days when she was busy with the practical assessments, the days passed by in a blur of endless activity. Now that she was so free, she felt bored, with nothing to occupy her time and thoughts.

She pulled open the door and walked outside, wandering around aimlessly. She just didn’t want to sit in her mother’s ward staring off into space.

Unknowingly, she walked to Dr. Hart’s office, staring a t the name plaque on the door dazedly.

She had promised Mr. Ackman she would keep her distance from him, didn't she?

But she didn’t give him a straight and definite answer yesterday, did she?

But if he found out I was a hostess, would he treat me like how he did in my dreams?

"I didn’t really sleep with any of my customers, I don't think I wronged him, did I?"

Nina paced about in front of his door.

Her hand reached for the handle but then pulled back at the last minute as if engaged in a game of tug-of-war with an invisible man.

Finally, she convinced herself she was there to ask him about her mother’s condition.

She placed her hand on the door handle once again but heard a woman's voice drifting in from his office.

"Dr, Hart, I'm sick. Can you see what's wrong with me?"

He had a patient already, so early in the morning?

He was on duty last night; he must be exhausted.

Then, she heard the woman saying sulkily, "I really a m sick."

She wrenched her hand back as if electrocuted.

Instinctively, she turned around to leave, but her feet were planted to the door as if hammered in place. She inched closer to the door, trying to discern clearly what they were saying.

She looked into the crack in the doorway and saw a fashionably dressed and well-made up woman sitting opposite Michael, staring at him, lips pouted in a sulk.

"Dr. Hart, I'm really sick, it hurts, right here." She pointed towards her heart.

Michael bowed his head, eyebrows scrunched together, holding a pen in his hands and busy scribbling on a pile of reports, ignoring her completely.

The woman grew frustrated, she stood up in a rush, chest rising and falling endlessly with deep, angry breaths.

"Michael Hart, where are the professional qualities of a doctor? Is this how you treat your patients?"

Michael lowered his pen, obviously angered. He lifted his head and looked at her, voice deep, "Ms. Amelia Dawson, do you know what time it is?”

He pointed to his watch, "It's six in the morning, my office hours haven't started yet, and shouldn't a spoiled little girl like you be enjoying your beauty sleep at this hour?

If you're experiencing insomnia, please visit the neurology department! I’m not a cardiologist. Sorry, the exit's over there. Goodbye and have a nice day." 1

Amelia was stunned by his retort, gaping soundlessly for a moment.

How could this man be so unappreciative?

She had sacrificed her beauty sleep to spend some time with him when he had no patients. She was so kind and understanding, and he looked like she was being a nuisance?

Suddenly, she lifted her shirt over her head, exposing herself to him.

"If you don’t treat me, I'll report you to the hospital, I'll say you molested me!"