Chapter 554 Be My Woman, I'll Start Over with You
A sudden wave of tension swept through the spacious living room.
Bianca regained her cool, haughty demeanor as she scrutinized the man on the couch. Her red lips curved into a confident smile. "Mr. Hernandez, I'm not your property."
Brandon lounged on the couch, leaning back and casually resting his arm on the backrest. "You weren't before, but now you are. Bianca, be my girlfriend from now on."
Bianca's long legs moved gracefully under her white dress as she walked, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her figure. She leaned lazily against the couch, exuding an air of nonchalance. "Mr. Hernandez, give me a reason."
"I don't have a reason, but I can promise you this: I'll love you for a lifetime. I don't care who you were or what you've been through. Bianca, I love you. Let's start over together."
Brandon's smooth words rolled off his tongue effortlessly.
Bianca had done her research and knew all about his playboy past.
Many women had been heartbroken over him. In social circles, Brandon was both a cursed rich kid and a sought-after bachelor.
But the sincerity and determination in his eyes were unmistakable. His deep gaze reflected her calm face, filled with a mix of hope and anxiety.
Bianca's cold fingers trembled slightly, just for a moment, stirring up emotions she had buried deep inside. An unexpected wave of sadness washed over her.
Starting over was a promise that meant more to Bianca than declarations of love.
She had clawed her way out of the muck and mire, covered in filth, hating herself. She never imagined someone would come into her life, someone who had also braved the thorns and emerged with grace.
Someone who would reach out and say, "Let's be together."
She never dared to dream of it, so she couldn't accept it.
"Mr. Hernandez, I'm not the kind of woman you're looking for. Stop bothering me. There's no future for us."
Brandon stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over Bianca. His warm hand slowly grasped her cold one. "Bianca, give me a chance. Give yourself a chance. If you really can't love me, I'll let go. But right now, you don't have the right to reject me without knowing who I am. That's not fair."
Bianca lifted her head, meeting Brandon's handsome eyes. Her calm gaze turned hazy, and then she sneered. "How many women have you sweet-talked?"
Brandon frowned. "None. You're the only one."
"Seriously? Mr. Hernandez, with all the women you've been with, you expect me to believe you've never sweet-talked anyone?" Bianca shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Brandon shrugged, looking genuinely innocent. "None. It was always straight to the point, no need for sweet talk."
Bianca's eyes narrowed, and she bent her elbow, delivering a sharp jab to Brandon's stomach. "Get out!"
Brandon winced, groaning, "Honey, it's only the first day and you're already hitting me."
"Get out!"
Instead of letting go, Brandon held her tighter. "That was the past. I promise it won't happen again. From now on, I only love you and only sleep with you."
Bianca tried to strike again, but Brandon caught her hand and held it firmly.
"Let go of me!"
Brandon playfully wrapped his arms around her, pulling her slender body into his embrace. "No way. If I let go, you will be gone. I need to hold on tighter."
Bianca's hands were restrained, and she tried to kick him, but he anticipated it.
Brandon laughed mischievously above her head. "Bianca, my hand is already hurt. If my foot gets hurt, too, you'll have to take care of me. How about you let me take care of you instead?"
Bianca was helpless, lowering her raised foot.
Being held by him, listening to his sweet words, Bianca's heart raced, her face flushed. She had never felt this way before, and she liked it. She liked it a lot.
"From now on, you're my girlfriend. No one will dare to bully you."
"You're so arrogant. What if Sebastian bullies me? What will you do?"
Brandon spoke without thinking, "Friends are like family; they're always there for you. Women are like gems; they should be valued and cherished. Ah!"
A sharp pain shot through his foot as Bianca stomped on it. It was the first time in his life he had been stepped on so hard. The pain nearly made him pass out.
Bianca gritted her teeth. "Now, get out!"
Brandon slapped his mouth. "Honey, I was wrong. I used to say things without thinking. I promise I'll change. Calm down, come on, let's have breakfast. Eat more, gain some weight."
Bianca gritted her teeth. "Are you trying to make me fat and ugly?"
"Not! I mean eat more, get more nutrition!"
"Are you saying I'm malnourished?"
"No, no, I mean a good breakfast is important for health!"
"Are you saying I'm unhealthy?"
"No! I just want you to have a good breakfast!"
Brandon felt the immense difficulty of being a man. Sweet-talking a woman was indeed a tough and arduous task, a long and challenging journey.
Brooklyn confirmed the surgery time and signed her name after the lead surgeon.
Arabella, holding the consent form, smiled brightly at her. "Dr. Mitchell, you look beautiful today!"
Brooklyn tucked the pen into her pocket and gave Arabella a light tap. "When don't I look beautiful?"
"You're beautiful every day!"
Benedict stretched and yawned. "Brooklyn, another surgery today? Female doctors should stick to internal medicine. Working in the operating room is too exhausting."
"Saving lives is a noble cause. How can you call it tiring? Professor, I'm a doctor. It's an honorable and great profession."
Brooklyn pointed to her uniform, emphasizing the badge on her chest that read "Cardiothoracic Surgery - Brooklyn," along with her photo.
Benedict clicked his tongue. "Not good. Women should choose an easy job, something relaxed and comfortable. Ideally, take a child to the park. That's what a woman should do!"
Brooklyn had heard enough about children to make her ears bleed. She nudged Arabella. "Didn't you want to learn from him? Go on, study hard."
Benedict frowned slightly. "I'm going to find a place to smoke!"
Arabella was about to follow him but was left behind, feeling quite frustrated.
"You're too much! I hate you!"
But all she got in response was his retreating figure.
Jake shrugged. "Dr. Warner, give it up. He only takes Dr. Mitchell as his apprentice. You have no chance."
Arabella was furious, stomping her foot in frustration. "I don't want to deal with him anymore!"
"Alright, let's get ready for surgery." Brooklyn patted Arabella's shoulder, and the two headed to the operating room.
Arabella was still fuming. "He looks down on people! I hate him, hate him!"
The surgery ended three hours later, just in time for lunch.
The group changed clothes and prepared to eat.
A nurse ran over. "Dr. Mitchell, here's some information Professor Harrington requested this morning. We just found it, but I can't find him. Can you pass it to him?"
"Sure."
Brooklyn glanced at the information, which was for internal medicine. "Dr. Warner, here's your chance. Deliver this to Professor Harrington and have a good conversation. Maybe he'll take you as his apprentice."
Arabella refused outright. "No way! I'm not talking to him today."
Brooklyn laughed, amused. "Really? No regrets?"
"No way! He looks down on me!"
Seeing she was upset, Brooklyn didn't insist. She handed the information to Jake. "Professor Harrington is having lunch at the restaurant across the street. Take this to him."
Jake nodded. "Got it."
Jake took the information and headed out.
The restaurant was just across the street, and because of the heat, there weren't many people outside during lunch.
Jake saw Benedict leaving the restaurant just as he stepped out.
Frowning, Jake raised the file. "Professor Harrington."
Hearing someone call him, Benedict looked up and smiled. "Isn't that..."
He hadn't finished his sentence when a black car suddenly sped towards him from the left! The car was moving fast, heading straight for Benedict!
Jake saw the car speeding towards him and his eyes widened. He sprinted forward, his white coat billowing behind him like a gust of wind.
"Watch out!"
With a shout, Jake's figure flew through the air, tackling Benedict. In a flash, their bodies collided and tumbled to the side of the road.
Benedict, still in shock, felt a sharp pain in his back and let out a groan. His vision blurred for a moment, and the car was gone in the blink of an eye.
There was no time to catch the license plate. It all felt like a blur.
Jake took a deep breath. "Professor Harrington, are you okay?"
Benedict, struggling to breathe under Jake's weight, grumbled, "Do I look okay? Are you trying to crush me?"
Jake quickly got up and helped Benedict to his feet. They looked at each other, both momentarily stunned.
Benedict dusted himself off and rubbed his sore backside. "That hurt, but I think you just saved my life."
Though he was reluctant to admit it.
Jake didn't seek praise. "As long as you're okay." His tone was cool.
Benedict glanced at the now-empty street, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Jake helped him up. "That car seemed to be aiming for you. Think about who you might have angered."
Benedict rubbed his chin. Someone didn't want him alive.
It seemed his suspicions were correct.
Someone was getting desperate!
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