No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 654



What? My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, leading me to respond with a puzzled [?]

[Yates is storming in!]

Fanny's message brought a smirk to my face as I recalled the hotel booking I had jokingly arranged, prompting me to reply: [Enjoy the romantic getaway I've set up for you two.]

[Enjoy what? I'm off to surgery!]

I was speechless.

Fanny wasn't joking or trying to dodge Yates; she genuinely had a surgery to perform.

Technically, she could have handed off the surgery to someone else, but she chose not to. She wanted to make a point to Yates - why should she drop everything just because he decided to show up after months of prioritizing work over their relationship?

By the time Fanny finished her surgery, it was already 11 PM.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The first thing she did was check her phone, curious if Yates had left any messages.

But her inbox was empty, not a single message in sight.

She specifically opened the chat with Yates, only to find it unchanged from the time he announced his return.

So, during all these hours, not a single message from him?

Was he really upset about the hotel booking joke?

With her phone in hand, Fanny walked out of the OR, briefly stopped at the nurses' station to wrap things up, and then headed back to the lounge.

But when she opened the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. The lights were on, and there was Yates, casually dressed in a polo shirt and slacks, lounging on the sofa under the soft glow.

Yates looked up at her, asking, "How did the surgery go?"

Fanny snapped back to reality, "Oh, smoothly. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you!"

Her heart raced. "I was actually planning to look for you later."

"Would you really have?" Yates's question carried a certain pressure.

Internally, Fanny chuckled - she had no real intention of seeking him out.

"I'm going to take a shower and change," she said, pointing towards the bathroom, her voice tinged with unease.

But just as she took a step, Yates's low voice stopped her: "Why didn't you tell me if you needed something?"

Fanny's legs almost gave out, nearly making her stumble.

Their eyes met, and he approached her, "In a relationship, we're supposed to meet each other's emotional and physical needs."

As a gynecologist, Fanny knew the ins and outs of physical intimacy, yet Yates's words left her speechless.

"I... I don't need anything," she managed to say before ducking into the bathroom.

"I do," Yates's confession made Fanny bump her head on the bathroom door with a loud thud.

Yates pulled her close, gently

blowing on the reddened spot on her

forehead. His warm breath

accelerated her heartbeat. Although they had been intimate during Ker visit abroad, she still felt awkward at this moment.

"I'll wait outside," he said before leaving.

Leaning against the bathroom door, Fanny felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

When she emerged from the shower, Yates was indeed not in her lounge. She changed and found him sitting on a bench outside, lost in thought.

Approaching him, Yates took a few seconds before standing up and gently touching her hair, "Why didn't you dry it?"

"I didn't want you to wait too long," Fanny confessed.

"Take your time. Dry your hair well before you head out. Don't want you catching cold," Yates led her back into the lounge and began to dry her hair himself.

The sound of the hairdryer filled the room, muffling the words Fanny had wanted to say to explain the hotel booking. In the end, she remained silent.