Chapter 449 Husband's Special Spaghetti
The operating room's overhead light went out.
The patient was wheeled out of the operating room, and Brooklyn removed her mask, tossing it into the trash.
Arabella grabbed Brooklyn's arm, "Brooklyn, you are my idol! You were so amazing! When you made the first cut, my eyes almost popped out. I've studied medicine for so many years, done countless experiments and clinical surgeries with my mentor, but this is the first time I've seen someone use a scalpel so skillfully."
Brooklyn looked at Arabella's flushed face, pushed up her glasses that were almost hanging off her nose, "You can do it too, just keep learning."
"Okay! I will definitely study hard, I promise I won't let you down! My Idol, will you be my teacher?" Arabella was so excited.
Brooklyn's eyebrows raised and furrowed at her enthusiasm, "I don't take students. You'll learn during surgeries."
Although Arabella felt a bit disappointed, being able to stay by her idol's side and learn was already a great happiness.
Jake looked at Arabella with some disdain, "Arabella, stop flattering. Your idol doesn't buy it. If you want to learn, just work hard. Saying all this is useless."
Arabella sneered, looking up at Jake who had just removed his mask, "Jake, what's with the poker face all the time? Who pissed you off? Do you think you're some kind of thug, putting on that face? Who are you trying to impress?"
Jake casually took off his cap, looking down at Arabella with a contemptuous sneer, "None of your business."
With that, he strode out of the operating room, his cold and cool demeanor attracting many nurses.
In the dull and boring environment of the hospital, encountering a handsome man with the unique personality was rare, so of course, the nurses wouldn't miss the chance to watch. Even if Jake always had a poker face, even if his face was covered in ice, it wouldn't stop the nurses' enthusiastic gazes.
"What's he showing off for? He's just an intern. If he doesn't pass the internship, he'll be crying!" Arabella complained, then turned around, "Where did Brooklyn go?"
Brooklyn took off her surgical gown, went to the locker room to change into casual clothes, and felt her phone in her pocket. The phone showed 10:40 PM, with one missed call and one unread message, both from Sebastian.
[After the surgery, come to the underground garage. I'll be waiting for you.]
Brooklyn looked at the time the message was sent, It was sent an hour ago. No way, had he been waiting in the parking lot all this time?
Moreover, the call was made before the message was sent, and there had been no messages since.
As Brooklyn wondered how he knew about her scheduled surgery tonight, a sudden realization made her chuckle to herself—of course, he was Sebastian, a top executive at Aucester Hospital. Checking a doctor's work calendar would be trivial for someone in his position.
Why did she feel like she was being watched?
Brooklyn picked up her phone, thinking of calling him back, but after a few seconds, she decided against it. If he had been waiting for her, he might have taken a nap in the car during that hour, and she didn't want to disturb him.
When she reached level B2, Brooklyn quickly spotted the conspicuous black Rolls-Royce parked in a prominent spot. She walked briskly to the front of the car and peered inside through the window. Sebastian seemed to be resting against the seat.
Through the glass, Brooklyn watched him sleep, smiling.
Inside the car, Sebastian, perhaps truly exhausted, was deeply asleep against the seat. Even in such an uncomfortable place, he maintained his usual upright posture, his hands folded over his abdomen, his suit almost wrinkle-free, every inch just perfect.
'What a sleeping beauty,' Brooklyn couldn't help but sigh.
After waiting for twenty minutes and seeing that Sebastian was still asleep, Brooklyn gently tapped on the car window. With just a light tap, Sebastian woke up.
He opened his deep eyes, a ripple spreading across the bottomless lake. In the dim light, they were especially bright, like a lamp lit in the night, guiding the way for night travelers.
Opening the car door, Sebastian turned his head and gave Brooklyn a loving smile, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long, I just got here."
Sebastian didn't believe her. After she sat down, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, "I fell asleep."
Maintaining the position of fastening the seatbelt, his upper body was so close to hers, separated by the thinnest of clothes, their hearts seemed to beat as one, racing.
"How about I drive, and you continue to sleep?" Brooklyn's throat felt dry. He was so close, the scent of tequila from him filled her nose, entered her lungs, stirring a primal desire.
Sebastian's lips curled into a smile, "I slept so I could drive you home. You've been standing for hours during the surgery, my dear wife must be exhausted."
A warm feeling rose in Brooklyn's heart, and she nodded obediently, "Yes, I'm a bit tired, but I feel much better now."
He chuckled softly, "Well, then let's go home."
"Okay!" She nodded elegantly and sweetly.
The black car drove through the neon-lit streets, Sebastian adjusting the speed to be neither too fast nor too slow, smooth and comfortable, "Rest for a while, I'll wake you when we get home."
He adjusted her seat to a reclining position suitable for sleeping, his large hand covering her eyes like a father forcing a child to sleep.
Brooklyn closed her eyes, placing her hand over his, "Sebastian, aren't you afraid of spoiling me? If I turn bad, I might just go traveling."
"No matter how far you go, I can always find you. Wherever you go, you'll still come home, won't you? Wherever I am, that's your home. Where else would you want to go?"
His deep, mellow voice echoed in the quiet car, his tender words making Brooklyn's heart flutter.
She held his right hand with both of hers, bringing it to her lips for a kiss, "You are liar, just drive. Also, I'm hungry. When I wake up, I want something delicious to eat."
"Okay." He gently rubbed her moist red lips, as if replacing his own lips with his fingers.
When the car arrived at the villa, Brooklyn woke up immediately, "I didn't wake up because of the car stopping, I woke up because I'm hungry."
Sebastian didn't think much of it; he trusted his driving skills, "You'll be able to eat in a bit."
Brooklyn rubbed her flat stomach, "I want to eat now, I'm too hungry."
She hadn't eaten for several hours and had been doing both physical and mental tasks continuously.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around her waist, his breath moistening her cheek, "That hungry?"
"I'm very hungry. Go make me some food, I'll find a snack to tide me over." She slipped out of Sebastian's embrace and walked briskly to the front door, leaving Sebastian shaking his head with a helpless smile.
Brooklyn was becoming harder to handle; who knows, she might really leave him one day.
Brooklyn grabbed an apple and took a bite, repeatedly poking her head into the kitchen, "Is it ready?"
"Almost done. Put the apple down; it's hard to digest at night. Doesn't Dr. Mitchell know that?" Sebastian frowned.
In the kitchen, he was cooking, wishing he could split himself in two to properly discipline the disobedient Brooklyn in the living room.
Brooklyn took another bite before reluctantly putting it down, "I'm starving, who cares about digestion?"
Sebastian walked out of the kitchen with a large steaming plate, the air filled with a delicious aroma.
"What did you make?"
"Spaghetti." Sebastian placed the large plate on the dining table, revealing freshly made spaghetti.
"Your cooking skills are getting better! Impressive, impressive." She complimented him a few times before sitting down to eat without hesitation.
"Wow! It tastes great! I love it."
Sebastian said, "Honey, are you planning to eat this whole plate by yourself?"
Brooklyn, with her mouth full of spaghetti, laughed, "Haha, sorry, I'll put some on a smaller plate. Wait, wasn't this made for me?"
Sebastian stood tall and silent, looking down at her.
"You haven't eaten either?" she realized.
"What do you think, Dr. Mitchell?"
"Then sit down and eat with me. I thought you had already eaten. Here, I'll share some with you." Brooklyn resisted the urge to laugh, dividing half of the spaghetti for him.
From getting off work to eating, nearly two hours had passed. Sebastian and Brooklyn sat around the dining table, enjoying a simple yet warm late-night meal in their luxurious dining room, with expensive furniture and tomato sauce spaghetti.
After dinner, as they washed the dishes together, Sebastian asked. "Do you have work tomorrow?"
"No surgeries tomorrow, but I need to go to the hospital in the afternoon. The patient just came out of surgery, and post-operative observation is very important."
Sebastian nodded, "Alright, get a good rest tonight and sleep in tomorrow. I'll have Owen bring over some food, so you don't have to cook lunch."
Brooklyn shook her head, "No need to trouble him. I can make something quick myself, like frozen pizza, those are ready in no time."
Sebastian finished washing the dishes and looked at her, "Honey, you shouldn't eat frozen food. How about I arrange for a few maids? You can have them cook whatever you want."
Brooklyn hesitated. Having maids would be nice, but she didn't really want anyone intruding on their world. She selfishly wanted to keep him all to herself in their world.
"Alright, that way you won't have to stay up late cooking for me." Though Brooklyn didn't want their world disturbed, she cared more about his thoughtfulness.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
Brooklyn leaned into him, her hands still dripping with water, but she didn't care. She hugged his waist, "Sebastian, I feel so happy. Everything you give me is so wonderful, it feels almost unreal."
Sebastian rested his chin on her head, "Just a plate of spaghetti, and you're this moved? Silly girl."
"Yeah, I'm silly. A plate of food is enough to make me happy."
Holding her wet hand, Sebastian and Brooklyn stood in the kitchen, looking into each other's eyes, "This doesn't sound like Dr. Mitchell. Let me see, who are you? Give me back my wife."
As he spoke, he pinched her face, as if trying to exorcise a ghost.
"Hey! My face is going to be crooked."
"Sstill my wife. Let's go, time to take my wife to bed!" With his wet hands, he lifted her by the waist, carrying Brooklyn upright against his chest, his arm tightly around her waist as he strode out of the kitchen.
"Ah! Put me down, your hands are wet!" she struggled.
"Too late!"
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