"Because Cecilia Dunn’s villa is a bit secluded," Jocelyn Morgan added.
Trevor, with a smile, told her, "I’m actually heading to that area. I have a friend there and need to pick up a contract." He didn’t want her to feel any psychological burden.
Jocelyn believed his words; at this ti, she was very worried about Cecilia.
Emotional wounds are generally difficult to heal. Asking what love in this world really is, it only demands life and death devotion; Jocelyn has written about emotions for many years.
But in fact, for Trevor, sending off those he wants to is always convenient no matter where.
The scenery along the way was quite nice.
Trevor rolled down the car window and played a song in the car —
"Early spring chill, walking with the morning dew, picking a wild flower, placing it by your bedside."
"Disturbing a few still-sleeping birds, encountering a few hopping bugs, binding a few rays of sunshine, letting ti quietly slip away."
"Kite gently swaying, missing the hand that released it, sailboat at night, gazing at the anxieties of the lighthouse."
"What is this song? The lyrics are amazing!" Jocelyn had been listening to the song attentively and suddenly turned her gaze, "The lody is also my favorite style."
"Madden sang it," Trevor replied with a smile while driving, "If I wanted to while away this ti with you."
For a brief second as he turned to look at her, their gazes t, and ti seed to co to a standstill.
But soon, Jocelyn withdrew her gaze.
Providence Hospital, with towering buildings.
Back in his office, Ian Shelby donned his white coat, exposing a tie that made him look spirited.
Ian’s outstanding appearance, coupled with his innate gentle deanor and unparalleled dical accomplishnts, always easily sent the female doctors’ imaginations running wild.
"I dread of Dean Shelby last night, isn’t that magical?" a female doctor shook her head, feeling jittery the whole day, her face flushing each ti she rembered.
Her colleague responded, "That’s typical of thinking during the day and dreaming at night."
"I dare not think." The female doctor was very self-aware, "But talented people always shine brightly, and I’m not the only one who admires him."
"Right, I feel that all the won in our hospital would like him, right? Learned, young and promising, friendly, and so handso!"
"Dean Shelby’s ntor turned out to be Mrs. Kingston; I only found out today, such a revelation."
Then they started talking about Mia Lane, admiring and envying her.
"How is she so lucky? To be able to marry CEO Kingston?"
"Hey, are you interested in Dean Shelby or CEO Kingston? How can your heart still be undecided?"
"..."
Knock knock.
Vera Ford knocked on Ian’s office door again and then stepped in, "Dr. Shelby, everything is arranged, and the anesthetist is booked."
"Okay."
Ian was organizing the computer, "Please go communicate again, ask about his family situation. If he still refuses to speak, then investigate further."
"I communicated with him; he has one daughter, but she married far away and hasn’t been in contact for ten years."
"..." Ian looked up, inevitably feeling a bit wistful.
"You go ahead and be busy," Vera knew how to handle situations wisely, "I’m just here to report that I’ve arranged everything, just waiting for the ti. Please co for the surgery." She left with a smile.
Ian withdrew his gaze, looking at the computer desktop, his right hand always holding the mouse. He had just deleted so files, the cursor falling on the docunt Jocelyn created that day.
Without opening it, Ian knew it was her novel.
Though keeping it was of no use, he ultimately decided not to delete it.
Images from this noon’s scenes flashed through his mind; she had lunch with Trevor and then left together in a car.
So, is she with Trevor?
Ian’s expression remained calm as he fell into deep thought.
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