The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 02
At that moment, Landon looked at me.
“If my college classmate hadn’t happened to see you at the hospital, were you planning to hide this from me forever?”
“June, can you be a little more mature and stop causing me trouble?”
I stiffened.
Back then, when I had nightmares and couldn’t sleep, I asked him to comfort me. He said I was trouble.
On my birthday, I wanted to eat a cake he had made himself. He said I wanted too much and was so much trouble.
When I had a fever and asked him to stay with me, he said he was an orthopedic doctor, not an internist. Him staying with me wouldn’t solve anything, so I shouldn’t add to his trouble.
Later, when I couldn’t sleep, I learned to take melatonin by myself.
For our anniversary, I booked the restaurant myself.
When I got sick, I went to the hospital alone.
Even surgery and hospitalization, I arranged everything on my own without making a mess of it.
And he was still saying I caused him trouble.
Last month, Chloe called him in the middle of the night and said her stomach hurt. Landon only rubbed his brow before getting up and putting on his coat.
I blocked the door.
“You’re an orthopedic doctor. What are you going to do about her stomachache?”
Landon said, “She’s not like you. She’s in that much pain, and she can’t get herself to the hospital. I’ll take her.”
“What do you mean she’s not like me? When I come to you, I’m trouble, but when she comes to you, it’s perfectly natural?”
Landon looked at me strangely.
“Her parents had her late. She was raised very sheltered, so she really isn’t good at handling things like this. June, do you have to argue with me right now?”
I froze.
Just then, his phone rang again, and Chloe’s voice came through.
“Landon, where are you? It hurts so much.”
“I’m almost there.”
After that, he pushed past me and walked straight out.
I crashed into the shoe cabinet. A sharp pain shot through my ankle, and I doubled over.
Thinking of that, I lowered my head and took a slow breath.
Then I asked helplessly, “Dr. Landon, your timing isn’t great. I’m being discharged today. Would borrowing your car to go home count as troubling you?”
His lips pressed down. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed it.
When I got into the passenger seat, something pressed against me.
I reached down and pulled out a tube of lip gloss.
Landon froze, then immediately said, “Last time, when I took Chloe to the interview venue…”
I placed it on the center console and cut him off.
“Then give it back to her later.”
Landon stopped and looked at me for two seconds.
I turned toward the window and said nothing else.
The car stayed silent the whole way.
After we got inside, he suddenly said, “Come to my hospital for your follow-up in a couple of days. I’ll take a look.”
I hopped forward on one crutch.
“No need. This hospital was fine.”
He grabbed me, his brows locked tight.
After staring at me for a while, he said, “I’ll take time off and go with you. Happy now?”
I was confused.
“What would you come with me for?”
His face went cold. A restrained irritation slipped into his tone.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“You didn’t say a word the entire way because you wanted me to stay with you and apologize, right? Fine. I’ll take time off. I’ll make it up to you. Is that enough?”
The suffocating frustration that had been building in my chest since I saw him finally swelled to the breaking point.
I shook off his hand.
I inhaled deeply, then let it out.
“Landon, why don’t we…”
Break up.
Before I could finish, his phone rang.
Landon answered it, then turned to me.
“There’s an emergency surgery. We’ll talk when I get back.”
