Chapter 500 The Man Takes Care of Everything
Ophelia's words cut deep, hitting Zach right where it hurt the most, leaving him speechless.
Seeing Zach's silence, Ophelia paused and sighed. "Zach, you're a really emotional guy. That's a good thing, but it's not always good for you. Think about it, you pour all your passion and care into others, but what about yourself? What's left for you?"
She flipped the towel and continued applying it to him. "It's great to be kind to others, but remember, people will eventually leave. When they do, everything you've given them goes with them. So, you need to be smarter. Take better care of yourself and stop giving everything away. And if someone treats you well, don't feel guilty about it."
"This world is balanced. The more you give, the more you'll get back. That's how good people survive."
Ophelia went on, "Sometimes, you'll be kind to someone who doesn't appreciate it. That's okay. Someone else will come along and fill the gaps they left."
Zach listened quietly as this woman he had just met lectured him about life, feeling his thoughts scatter. "Miss Montague, what are you trying to say?"
Ophelia looked at him and said decisively, "You look much better now. At least you won't look too bad tomorrow. Oh, and what I meant was, you're starved for love!"
Zach was momentarily speechless. This stranger's words were spot on. She was right; he had devoted all his time and passion to Brooklyn. When she left, his heart felt empty.
"Thanks for helping me. I should go." Zach stood up to leave, but Ophelia grabbed his sleeve.
"It's late. Where are you going? I brought you here, and I'm not letting you leave. Stay here tonight. Don't worry, you're safe! I won't bother you in the middle of the night, okay? So, you can use the bathroom now. You'll sleep in the left bedroom, which has a bathroom. There are things you can use in there."
Ophelia rattled off her instructions and then casually walked to the right bedroom, leaving Zach standing there, stunned.
Ophelia had clearly lived in Averlake for too long and had adopted their ways.
Feeling overwhelmed by her fast pace, Zach rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, Ophelia's head popped out from her bedroom door, her hair wet and wrapped in a white towel. "Zach, can you help me with something?"
Her so-called help was that the faucet in her bathroom wasn't working.
Zach checked it out. "It's clogged and needs to be replaced. You..."
Seeing that she was halfway through her shower, Zach quickly averted his gaze from her bare feet. "You can use the other bathroom. I'll see if I can fix it."
Ophelia stared at him in disbelief. "Zach, you know how to fix faucets?"
Zach was surprised by her astonishment. "It's a simple task. Most guys can do it."
Ophelia clicked her tongue. "I thought you only knew how to use a scalpel. Sorry, that's just how I saw you."
Zach wasn't offended and looked away. "I can accept your assessment."
Ophelia nodded. "Alright, I'll go finish my shower. By the way, can you cook? I don't have much food, but see if you can make something. I'm starving."
She made a pitiful face, looking at Zach with pleading eyes.
"I'll see what I can do."
They went their separate ways, one to the bathroom and one to the kitchen.
Zach opened the fridge and was shocked by its contents. One side was filled with various beers, the other with bottled cocktails, and the remaining space was taken up by skincare products, clearly unused for a long time.
There was only one compartment with a carton of milk, which had expired.
Zach was speechless. How could a woman let her fridge get like this?
Finally, he found some fruit behind a pile of plastic bags: a few apples, peaches, and a bunch of grapes, which were still fresh.
There were also a few eggs and a can of unopened, unexpired luncheon meat.
And a few packs of instant noodles.
Zach now understood what it meant to live a rough life.
When Zach compared this to the elegant dress she wore today, he shook his head and sighed. "She really is a cop, good at disguises."
After her shower, Ophelia dried her hair and, considering there was a man in the house, changed into pajamas before coming out of her bedroom.
In one day, Zach saw Ophelia in a ladylike dress, a fierce taekwondo outfit, and now her pajamas.
Ophelia's summer pajamas were black, a color that usually exuded coolness and professionalism. But the cartoon character embroidered on the chest completely ruined the vibe.
"Wow! It smells so good! Zach, what did you make? I can't believe you made something so delicious with what I had!"
Ophelia rushed to the table, lifted the pot lid, and the aroma intensified.
Inside was a simple yet delicious-looking bowl of instant noodles with eggs.
Ophelia praised Zach, "You're amazing! It looks so good! I won't hold back!"
She grabbed a fork and started slurping the noodles.
The noodles bounced a few times before sliding into her mouth.
She chewed contentedly. "Zach, if you can make instant noodles taste this good, you must be a great cook!"
Zach watched her eat with no regard for manners and said, "I can cook, depending on the dish. I'm more familiar with Libertya cuisine. Hanland dishes too."
Ophelia's eyes lit up, brighter than the chandelier above. She grabbed Zach's arm like she had found a long-lost relative. "Zach! You're perfect! Yes, you!"
Zach was confused. "What?"
Ophelia didn't hold back. "A chef! I can't cook, but you can. You can be my chef. Besides our arrangement, I'll hire you as my chef. You can come and go as you please. Name your price. Well, you don't seem to need money. Just be my chef!"
Zach pried her hands off his shoulder and said, "Sorry, Miss Montague. I'm a doctor. I'm busy and not interested in being your chef. You should find someone else."
"Hey, don't reject me so quickly! I'm serious!"
Zach's tone remained firm. "I'm serious, too. I seriously refuse. Miss Montague, you can finish your meal. Thank you for your help today."
He went to the bedroom, planning not to come out until morning.
Ophelia finished the soup and muttered to herself, "I have to find a way to make him cook for me."
The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the white curtains, warming Brooklyn's face.
Her hand throbbed with pain, a lingering effect of overuse, the pain sharp and relentless.
Feeling the person beside her stir, Sebastian woke up.
"Feeling better?"
He hugged her shoulders, his voice deep and sexy, filled with a magnetic charm.
Brooklyn nodded, enduring the pain. "Much better. Where's my phone? You turned it off early last night. I need to check if there's anything urgent."
"Your first thought in the morning is your phone? Am I, your husband, less attractive than a phone screen?"
Sebastian's low, pleasant voice was right in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. He played with a strand of her hair, his long fingers brushing her neck.
Brooklyn smiled and glanced at him. "Time to get up, Mr. Kingsley. You have work."
She urged him while turning on her phone.
As soon as the screen lit up, several messages and missed calls appeared.
Calls from Zach, Arabella, and other doctors.
All from last night.
Frowning, Brooklyn was about to call Zach back when a news alert popped up.
"Ace Doctor Performs Unauthorized Surgery, Patient Dies, No Response Yet."
The headline was vague, and the article was cautious. However, the hospital's initials, the doctor's surname, and the patient's name made everything clear to Brooklyn.
Shocked, Brooklyn sat up quickly. "Sebastian, my patient had an incident last night."
The sudden movement, combined with the blood clot in her head, caused a wave of dizziness. Brooklyn's vision went black.
Sebastian steadied her. "No matter how serious it is, it's not worth your health. Lie down."
He gently forced her back into bed and called someone on his phone.
Brooklyn was frustrated with her untimely weakness, but Sebastian's cold, detached voice reached her ears.
"Yes."
"Send the lawyer over."
"Find out what happened. I want results, now."
After giving instructions, he turned to Brooklyn, who was watching him in pain. He pinched her cheek and smiled. "It's handled. Now rest."
Brooklyn's eyes were cold. "Sebastian, this is serious. The patient died, and I signed the consent form. I'm responsible."
"Dr. Mitchell, there are accidents, lawyers, and husbands. Your job is to take care of yourself. Let me handle the rest."
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