Chapter 697: Chapter 697: Don’t Even Know How to Be Reserved
"Don’t think I didn’t notice how you were staring at that man in the corridor just now, your eyes were practically glued to him. Don’t you know how to show so restraint?"
Stella’s face turned red from the elder lady’s scolding, yet she dared not refute anything.
These old ladies were all noblewon; she couldn’t afford to offend them.
Moreover, she was indeed in the wrong just now; she did glance at the corridor several more tis.
The elder saw she was silent, standing timidly there. Her anger lessened a bit, but she still stubbornly continued, "Isn’t that the director of your hospital? He’s a child of the Simmons Family, extrely prestigious. You, young woman, shouldn’t harbor any unrealistic thoughts. The eldest son’s wife has long been arranged."
Knowing full well that the elder spoke the truth, Stella still felt a bitterness in her heart, as if that truth had pierced her heart, making her face pale with pain.
Yes, what was she still hoping for?
That night was nothing more than an accident. They both drank too much.
Alcohol robbed them of their senses, leading to that unexpected evening.
He seed to have long forgotten about that night.
She still rembered bumping into him in the corridor yesterday, surrounded by the most authoritative and outstanding experts of the hospital, almost eting face-to-face. When he saw her, he rely furrowed his brows, then turned to talk to the doctors beside him.
Like a fool, she stood there in the corridor, staring at his receding back without moving.
At that ti, several colleagues saw her and teased her about whether Hayes Simmons had stolen her soul.
Hayes Simmons, Hayes Simmons...
Just quietly chanting this na made her heart ache.
The elder was still earnestly trying to persuade her, roughly aning not to foolishly dream about turning from a sparrow into a phoenix. Hayes Simmons was already taken; it was impossible for him to notice soone like her.
The elder probably ant well, but her words ca out with a hint of sarcasm, making them less kind.
The more Stella listened, the more annoyed she felt. Before the elder could finish her nagging, she pulled a colleague over and said expressionlessly, "Cover for , I’m going to the bathroom!"
After speaking, she ran off as if escaping.
Just as she rushed out of the injection room, she felt she collided with sothing, making her dizzy. It took a mont to regain her senses.
A faint and enchanting fragrance wafted into her nose.
Stella’s body instantly tensed up.
The person she bumped into pushed her out of his embrace, his gentle tone carried a hint of reproach, "Why are you running around so recklessly? Good thing you didn’t bump into a patient."
It was him.
Stella’s body stiffened even more, slowly raising her head.
A handso, gentle face ca into her view.
She watched the man for a mont, forcing a very unnatural smile to her lips, "Hello, Director."
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As soon as Scarlett Yates left the restaurant, she felt a wave of heat hit her.
Though it was already September, the weather was still hot, only becoming cooler in the mornings and evenings.
She had just stepped out of the restaurant when she noticed a car parked by the street.
An ostentatious royal blue Ferrari sports car.
The car was very new, as if it had just been bought.
Under the blistering sun, the Ferrari emanated a dazzling, gem-like shine that was blinding to the eyes.
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