Chapter 18 Long-Awaited Sleep
Sebastian seized her arm in a fit of anger. Brooklyn responded with a frosty stare and a polite smile. "Sebastian, what do you want? My patients are waiting for me at the hospital, and I must go." Her dedication to her patients was unwavering, a testament to her serious and responsible nature.
Sebastian's face darkened with rage. "Get in the car! I'll drive you." His command left Brooklyn taken aback. 'He wants to drive me to the hospital?' she pondered.
"What are you staring at? Get in the car. If you don't want any medical accidents to happen, then get in. And stop looking at me like that," Sebastian barked, retreating indoors to retrieve the car keys. He soon returned, the engine of the car humming to life.
Brooklyn was left in a state of confusion. 'What kind of expression was I making?' she wondered. Sebastian's car pulled up beside her, his voice cold as he ordered, "Get in the car!"
'Well, since that's the case, I'll get in the car. After all, it's a free ride,' Brooklyn reasoned. No sooner had she settled in than the car jerked forward, causing her to lurch towards the windshield.
"Sebastian!" she cried out in anger. 'It's one thing for my knee to be injured, but now my head too?' Her ire was met with a mocking glance from Sebastian. Noticing her unfastened seatbelt, he taunted, "You want to die? I can make that happen for you."
Brooklyn, realizing her impatience, gritted her teeth and buckled her seatbelt. She made a silent vow not to engage with Sebastian for the remainder of the journey.
As the car navigated the road, Brooklyn's phone rang. "How is the patient doing?" she inquired. "Dr. Mitchell, the patient's condition has improved, you don't need to rush over," came the reassuring reply. "That's great, thank you," Brooklyn sighed in relief.
Hearing the positive update, Sebastian eased off the accelerator, reducing their speed by a third. He shot a discreet glance at Brooklyn. "So, are you still going to the hospital?" he asked.
"One patient getting better doesn't mean there aren't others waiting for me. Of course I'm going," Brooklyn retorted, her annoyance barely concealed. She had no desire to engage in further conversation with him.
Sebastian mused to himself, "If she's getting angry, at least it proves that her emotions can be affected by me, which is good." His hand rested lazily on the steering wheel, mere inches from Brooklyn's leg. A small bump in the road would be enough for his hand to brush against her skin. 'It's a shame that this car is too stable and the road too smooth. I haven't had a chance yet. Damn, what a stupid thought!'
"Since it's just work, let's grab a meal first," Sebastian declared, turning the car onto a side road before Brooklyn could protest. They arrived at a restaurant a few minutes later.
"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat," Brooklyn snapped, her lips pressed together in frustration. Sebastian's domineering nature, his habit of making decisions without consulting her, was infuriating.
"You're not hungry? I didn't say you had to eat. Since you're not hungry, just watch me eat," Sebastian retorted. Brooklyn was left speechless.
Sebastian exited the car without offering any assistance. Brooklyn leaned against the car door, wincing as her injured knee throbbed with pain. 'Sebastian, is this your way of making me suffer? But it doesn't really hurt me!' she thought defiantly.
Sebastian's breakfast was a feast, a perfect balance of meat and vegetables that looked mouthwateringly delicious. As they sat across from each other, he picked up his fork and savored each bite, treating every dish as a gourmet delicacy. Brooklyn, having barely eaten the previous night at Kingsley Villa, found herself unable to resist the temptation.
Sebastian continued to enjoy his meal, the aroma of the dishes and his refined manners making Brooklyn's mouth water. She picked up her fork, disregarding her earlier declaration, and speared a piece of meat. As she tasted it, she couldn't help but exclaim at its deliciousness.
As Brooklyn dined, she found herself covertly studying Sebastian's reactions, her mind buzzing with questions of how she might respond if he chose to ridicule her. Yet, Sebastian seemed wholly engrossed in his meal, paying her no mind.
In the midst of her meal, Brooklyn took note of the array of dishes spread across the table. Much to her surprise, the majority were her favorites, conveniently positioned within her easy reach.
A thought flickered through Sebastian's mind, "The cuisine of this restaurant appears to suit her palate. Perhaps we should frequent this place more often."
Noticing that Brooklyn was nearing the end of her meal, Sebastian dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and silently rose from the table.
Brooklyn set her fork down, dabbed at her lips with a satisfied smile, and promptly rose to her feet, trailing after him. Unbeknownst to her, a subtle smile played on Sebastian's lips.
Sebastian's car came to a halt at the entrance of Aucester Hospital. His voice was icy as he commanded, "Get out."
Brooklyn reached for her handbag, opened the car door, and before stepping out, she responded in a low, rigid tone, "Thank you for driving me to work."
This was a first in their three years of marriage - him driving her to work, and under such peculiar circumstances.
Sebastian offered no response, his attention stolen by the ringing of his phone.
Brooklyn caught a glimpse of Megan's name flashing on the screen. The sight felt like an invisible bullet piercing her heart, making it impossible for her to feign indifference.
"Uh-huh.
"Okay.
"I'll come over now."
Three simple sentences, yet Brooklyn found herself envisioning Megan's expression as she responded to those words.
"Sebastian, are you awake?
"Can you come pick me up?
"When are you coming?"
Brooklyn could almost see Megan feigning gentleness as she spoke, a thought that made her stomach churn, threatening to regurgitate her breakfast.
"It seems you have plans, so I won't keep you any longer."
With fluid movements, Brooklyn opened and closed the car door.
Sebastian watched her awkward gait, phone still in hand, and pondered, "Brooklyn, doesn't this stir any emotions within you?"
"Dr. Mitchell, you've finally arrived. There's a handsome man waiting for you in the office. He insists on being examined by you."
Sienna Adams, a fellow doctor who shared an office with Brooklyn, intercepted her with an excited gleam in her eyes.
"What illness does he have? Is it serious?" Brooklyn's legs felt weak, and she didn't want her colleagues to see her in such a state, so she chose to remain stationary.
Sienna had a penchant for handsome men, often lavishing them with exaggerated praises, particularly about their looks. As such, her credibility was often called into question.
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