Semua Bab Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Spencer's POV She pulled back and looked at me properly in the terminal light."You look terrible," she said."You said that on the phone.""It bears repeating." She picked up her bag from the floor and slung it over her shoulder. "Let's go. That coffee was genuinely one of the worst things I've ever tasted and I need something real."We walked through the terminal toward the exit, her rolling a single suitcase that was either very efficiently packed or she hadn't planned to stay long. I looked at it."One bag," I said."I travel light." She said."You once brought four bags to a three day trip to Edinburgh." "I didn't know what the weather would do," she said. "This is different. I know what I'm doing this time.""Which is what exactly?" I said."Walking to your car." She looked at me sideways. "Currently."We went through the automatic doors into the morning air. She pulled her grey coat tighter and looked at the sky with the expression of someone confirming a weather theory."It'

Scarlett's POV Aiden pulled Sage Marie to the table immediately, sketchbook already open, the formation spread across it before she'd fully sat down."Okay so," he said. "The Danny problem.""The Danny problem," she repeated."Danny is our striker. He's good but he's inconsistent." Aiden pointed at the diagram. "I want to move him slightly wider but Val says the defensive structure can't support it and she's wrong but nobody will listen to me.""I said it was statistically risky," Valeria said from across the table. "Not that it was wrong.""That's the same thing...""It really isn't," Valeria said. "Risky means the probability of success is lower than optimal. Wrong means it can't work at all." She looked at Sage Marie. "It could work. It requires Danny to run his line consistently. Danny has done that twice.""Three times," Aiden said."Twice reliably," Valeria said. "The third time he ran it in the wrong direction.""He course corrected...""After eight seconds," Valeria said. "Wh

Scarlett's POV I locked the door behind him.The room was dark except for the city light coming through the curtains. He stood just inside the door looking at me and I looked at him and everything from the kitchen, Sage Marie's question, Nicholas, the case, all of it, was still somewhere in the apartment.Just not in this room.He crossed to me first.His mouth found mine before I'd finished turning toward him and the kiss was nothing like the soft careful thing from the kitchen. It had everything in it. Ten years of showing up, of sunflowers and peonies and ocean water and floorboards and all the things he'd done without saying anything, all of it coming out at once, and I grabbed his collar and he groaned against my mouth and his hands came to my waist and pulled me so hard against him there was no space left between us."Spencer...""Shhh... I know," he said against my mouth.He walked me backward and I went. The back of my knees hit the bed and we went down together and his weigh

Nicholas's POV My phone buzzed, it was scarlett.I picked up. "Hello.""Richard called this," she said. "The agency confirmed the meeting.""When is that?" I asked."Thursday at nine."I put the Singapore file down. "This Thursday.""Yes." She said.I leaned back in my chair. "How many people in the room.""Three from their side," she said. "They asked if the inside source would be present.""They asked for me by name?""They asked for the inside source," she said. "You're the inside source.""What did you tell them.""That I'd call you," she said. "It's your decision Nicholas. Not mine.""What do you think," I said."I think you need to be there," she said. "What you have from inside that estate is something no financial record can give them. The Reyes meeting. Your father stepping out for that phone call. The dinner conversations that sound like one thing and mean another." She paused. "They've been building this case from the outside for eighteen months. You've been on the inside

Nicholas's POV The three of us barely said a word on the drive back from Fifth Avenue Street.Scarlett sat in the front with Spencer. I sat in the back. The city moved past the windows and nobody said anything that wasn't logistical, where to drop me, which route, whether Richard would call today or tomorrow.Spencer pulled up outside my building at eleven fifty.I got out. Scarlett turned slightly in her seat and looked at me through the window. Not warmly. Not coldly. Just steadily, the way she looked at things she was still processing."I'll be in touch," she said."Sure," I said.Spencer pulled away.I stood on the pavement and watched the car until it turned the corner, then I went inside.I changed out of my suit and made coffee and sat at my desk and tried to work through the Singapore notes I'd made the night before. The words kept moving. I'd read the same paragraph four times without retaining a single line of it when my phone rang.I looked at the screen.My mother.I look