Chapter 200 Martin on the Path of No Return
After Patricia dropped Charles and Fannie off at daycare, she came to the hospital with Randy. With a mischievous wink, Randy whispered to her, "Mommy, don't get too excited later on!"
"Excited about what?" Patricia was perplexed.
"Hehe, you'll find out soon! I'm heading back to the patient room, see you in a bit!" After speaking, Randy didn't wait for Patricia's reaction, blew her a kiss, and ran back to the room.
Patricia, was incredibly confused, but didn’t dwell on it too much and turned to go back to her office. But as she approached, she could hear waves of astonished exclamations coming from inside.
"Oh my, so beautiful, I've never seen so many red roses!"
"Yeah, me either! The office is almost too small to fit them all."
"How many are there? At least a thousand, right?"
"Oh my, how romantic! If a man pursued me like this, I'd say yes without hesitation!"
From their conversation, Patricia thought to herself that someone, from their department, was being courted. It was quite romantic. But a bit cliché, nonetheless. She was relieved it wasn't for her.
She wasn't like other women; of all the flowers, the one she liked least was the red rose, vibrant but common. She preferred tulips and baby's breath. With these thoughts, Patricia walked into the office.
Upon entering, she found the large office was filled with flowers, it was covered with a sea of red roses, occupying nearly half of the office space. The aroma filled the air, a fresh fragrance lingering.
The moment she stepped in, everyone who had been discussing the roses turned to look at her all at once. Not wanting to seem antisocial, Patricia joined in playfully: "Wow, who's the lucky one? Is this from an admirer or a boyfriend?"
A young female doctor smiled and said, “None of us are that fortunate.”
Patricia: "Hmm?"
Something sounded off about that comment. "These flowers are for you."
Patricia, genuinely taken aback, exclaimed in shock, “For me? Who sent them?”
For over twenty years, no one had shown such interest. Suddenly I'm besieged by admirers, so many in pursuit? The female doctor took a card out of the bouquet of roses and handed it to Patricia, her face etched with envy.
"Who else could it be but Mr. Langley, of course! Just when you think he's all cold and frosty, he pursues with such romance."
"Langley... Mr. Langley? Martin?" Patricia’s eyes widened dramatically, aghast like she’d seen a ghost. When she opened the card, her body shuddered violently, goosebumps scattering across her skin.
‘I hope you like it.
Yours most affectionately, Martin.’
Clearly, the message on the card had already been seen by everyone else, who now threw envious glances her way. Patricia felt utterly mortified, wishing she could disappear into a hole, her face blushing redder than a baboons bottom.
"Professor Watson, it looks like things are progressing nicely with Mr. Langley! Are you two planning to remarry? Don’t forget to hand out wedding candies to us!"
"Yes, yes! Don’t forget to share the joy with some wedding candies, so we can all celebrate."
"That’s fantastic! After all the hardship, it’s like emerging from bitter cold to warm sunshine."
"Fate is indeed mysterious, full of twists and turns, oftentimes leading you back to the same person. Your story could be a soap opera series!"
Patricia managed a dry laugh. A soap opera? Perhaps one of those melodramatic TV dramas?
Or even one that’s especially clichéd.
Taking advantage of the early hour before ward rounds, Patricia didn't bother changing out of her white coat and bolted from the office, heading straight for Randy's hospital room, only to discover the culprit wasn’t there.
"Where’s your daddy?"
Randy, noticing Patricia's disconcerted expression, asked cautiously, "Daddy hasn’t come yet! What do you need him for?"
Patricia sneered, the words seething through her clenched teeth: "Heh... What for? I'd like to flay him..."
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Randy felt uneasy: "Why? What did Daddy do to upset you this time?"
Patricia could only laugh in response. "Today, I received a bouquet of flowers!" Patricia panted with exasperation.
Randy smiled proudly, puffing up his chest, about to take credit when he heard Patricia continue, "Someone gave your daddy a brilliant idea to send me 999 red roses. My office is practically overflowing! And the card, 'Yours most affectionately, Martin.' Ugh!”
“He must have crawled out from some cave, could he be more outdated? I’m covered in goosebumps. Absolutely repulsive! It makes me want to crawl into a hole and hide."
Randy was puzzled, "Is it...uh...that clichéd?"
Patricia was on the verge of fury, paying no mind to the fact that he was still a child as she let loose a burst of words.
"Isn't this just a cliché? Look around, who chases girls like this anymore? You have no idea how the people in the office look at me, really... They must be laughing behind my back until it hurts."
Randy made a last-ditch attempt: "But isn't this how they do it on TV?"
Patricia retorted, "That's why they get roasted online, isn’t it?"
Completely taken aback, Randy hardly dared to breathe. He swallowed the self-congratulatory words he had ready and silently apologized to Martin in his heart.
"I'm going back for now. I'll come to settle this matter, with him later!" Patricia took a deep breath to compose herself and turned to leave.
However, as soon as she got to the door, she bumped into Martin. Martin, thinking that Patricia had come to thank him for the flowers, was smug beyond words. Had he a tail, it would be wagging.
"You’re here!" he exclaimed.
Patricia, grinding her molars, responded, "About the flowers in my office..."
Before she could finish, Martin eagerly nodded, "Yes, I sent them..."
From the moment he walked in, Randy kept making desperate eye signals at him. But Martin didn’t notice him. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, yet Martin did not so much as glance at him, continuing proudly.
"How about it? Do you like them? Aren’t they beautiful?"
"Like? Beautiful?" Patricia, had to laugh, in her anger.
Martin, still brimming with pride, said, "Don't be too moved, because from now on, every morning you’ll receive a bouquet."
Every day? Hearing that this was to happen every day, Patricia completely lost her temper: "Are you crazy? Moved my ass!"
Martin was left speechless, unsure of what he had done wrong.
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