He checked the ti roughly ten tis in ten minutes; this kind of absent-mindedness was rare for soone as serious as him.
Ian Shelby had just taken off his white coat, washed his hands with disinfectant, and straightened his already ticulously arranged shirt.
Looks like he was going out, but waiting for who?
Until Jocelyn Morgan appeared at the doorway, she knocked on the open door, "Dr. Shelby, are you done with work?" She completely ignored Vera Ford.
Vera lifted her gaze at the sound.
Ian didn’t answer, he got up and walked out without saying a word to Vera.
Holding a pen, she stared at their backs in a daze. Vera instantly understood, was he waiting for Jocelyn?
A sense of disappointnt suddenly welled up... it took Vera a long ti to recover.
She couldn’t help but wonder, does her effort still have aning?
Even if she becos more outstanding, so what?
Can Ian even notice her?
At this hour, are they going out to eat?
Then, what is their relationship?
A string of questions exploded in Jocelyn’s mind, and she couldn’t find a definitive answer.
Ian’s laptop was often used by her, almost as if it was her own; this wasn’t an ordinary friendship.
Ian checked the ti ten tis in ten minutes earlier, he was waiting for her...
"..." Vera felt her heart sink, her throat dry and unable to produce words.
Oh my god, Ian also likes Jocelyn!
This detail instantly robbed Vera of her sense of security. She didn’t even know what to do next and suddenly lost her fighting spirit.
Twenty minutes later.
The restaurant opposite the hospital, opulently and elegantly decorated, with a spacious area, each table was shielded by carved screens, still quite peaceful.
Suitable for eating and chatting, and the tables were spaced far apart.
Jocelyn and Ian sat by the window, several steaming dishes were placed on the table, appealing in color, aroma, and taste.
There were also two cups of warm milk because Ian said warm milk nurtures the stomach and one should drink less beverages.
This scene closely resembled a date.
Jocelyn, who used to believe she had a superb social ability, now fell completely silent.
Her mind, capable of storing millions of words in storylines, was occasionally blank in his presence, under the aura of his holy light, she appeared sowhat tense despite her usual confidence.
"Inviting you out for dinner today is mainly to thank you."
Jocelyn lifted her milk, took a sip, and softly began, "For treating my leg, caring for my aunt’s stomach problems, and lending your computer."
Ian didn’t speak; he put down his milk cup and picked up the chopsticks.
When he didn’t speak, he always exuded a faint aura of distance; one never knew what he might be thinking.
Whenever this happened, Jocelyn felt a bit more embarrassed.
When he didn’t speak, she also remained silent and picked up the chopsticks to eat.
After an unknown period, Ian asked her, "Are you in a relationship with Trevor?"
The girl’s chopsticks tragically dropped one, and she lifted her eyes, staring at him in shock, "Who said that?"
Ian scrutinized her, "You both ca out of the restaurant together that day." This scene puzzled him for several days.
"Isn’t it strange that having a al ans being in a relationship?" Jocelyn replaced her chopsticks, "Then what does our al now an? Are we dating? Besides, that day, weren’t you also with Vera? So are you two a couple?"
"..." Ian found himself speechless.
The two continued to lock gazes, Jocelyn earnestly said, "Trevor and I are just friends; he helped a few tis, that’s all. That day, I invited him for dinner as a thank-you gesture, just like now with you."
Her point was, there’s no difference!
However, this made Ian’s brows furrow slightly, "What kind of help did he provide? Did he save your life? Or your aunt’s?"
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