The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 07

The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 07

Landon began showing up every day. 

He often carried the strong scent of disinfectant, 

as if he had just stepped down from an operating. 

table. 

Once, when I was throwing out takeout, he 

stopped me. 

“Takeout isn’t healthy. You’re recovering from a 

fracture right now, and you need…” 

It was so random. 

I snapped in irritation, “What does that have to do 

with you?” 

He froze, startled into silence. 

The next day, his car was still parked downstairs. 

“People at the hospital said you didn’t come in for your follow–up this week.” 

“What does that have to do with you? You’re not my doctor, and you’re not my boyfriend.” 

I went around him. 

“Landon, don’t be so clueless about boundaries.” 

He followed behind me. 

“I’m learning. Learning how to get along with 

people, how to treat relationships, how to 

understand boundaries.” 

“I watched Chloe grow up. Our families are old family friends. Everyone around her treated her that way, so I just did too.” 

“I know now that it was wrong.” 

“Also.” 

His voice lowered. 

“I only just found out that night, you really did have 

stomach pain. You had appendicitis surgery. I saw 

your medical records.” 

I bit my lower lip and turned around to glare at 

him. 

“Are you pretending?” 

I repeated the words he had said that night in his 

exact tone. 

“What were you thinking when you said that to 

me?” 

His face turned pale, full of guilt and regret. 

“Chloe told me you were doing it to get my 

attention. She said a lot of people do that. I 

thought that time was the same. I…” 

“Chloe says something, and you believe it.” 

I laughed mockingly. 

“Were you raised on her Kool–Aid?” 

His lips moved, but no sound came out. 

“Fine. You don’t understand boundaries, so I’ll 

teach you.” 

“Rule number one, when someone who dislikes 

you doesn’t want to see you, don’t show up in front 

of her. That’s called a boundary.” 

I pointed at the distance between us. 

“Stay away from me.” 

His face changed completely. 

“But I want to see you.” 

I lowered my head and smiled. 

I remembered long ago, how he had stood by the 

car door while the evening wind messed up the hair on his forehead. 

He had said to me, “Okay.” 

I couldn’t help saying, “Landon, how did I ever fall for you?” 

“You should get your brain checked. How do you learn absolutely nothing?” 

Then I kept walking and never stopped. 

For several days, the theater’s front desk received flowers, fruit, and milk tea. 

The delivery guy only left one message. 

“A gentleman sent these for everyone.” 

The card in the flowers had an old, corny line 

written on it. 

The prettiest thing in the world was supposedly 

1. me. 

It was so cheesy that I held my pen and jabbed it against my forehead. 

One night, when I saw Landon’s car parked across 

the street, I walked over. 

He had fallen asleep against the steering wheel. 

I lifted my foot and kicked the car door. 

He jerked his head up. His gaze shifted from 

unfocused to sharp. 

“Are you done with rehearsal?” 

“If you want to sleep, go home and sleep. Don’t fall 

asleep behind the wheel and crash somewhere, then blame us.” 

He tiredly rubbed his face. 

“Two emergency surgeries and one scheduled 

surgery. I’ve been running for two straight days.” 

“I wanted to see you too much.” 

Then he saw the flowers in my arms. 

“Do you like the flowers?” 

“Do you like the flowers?” 

His voice was actually cautious and hopeful. 

I asked, “Who taught you this?” 

“What?” 

“Sending flowers, milk tea. You never had this kind 

of brain before.” 

“Leo,” he said, looking away and admitting it. 

reluctantly. 

“The doctor in our department who’s been married for five years. The one with small eyes. You’ve met 

him before.” 

I was angry and amused. 

“These moves are tacky. And our actors are all watching their diets. They don’t drink milk tea.” 

“As for me, I don’t like flowers either.” 

After saying that, I threw the flowers in my arms. 

onto the ground. 

He stood there, stunned. 

After that, no more strange deliveries showed up 

at the theater. 

I thought he had finally calmed down and let out a 

breath of relief. 

It would be best if I never saw him again. 

But life, naturally, loved ambushing people for 

sport. 

A week later, I had just entered the building when I 

saw an out–of–service notice posted by the 

elevator. 

As I leaned on my crutch and sighed in frustration, 

I heard that familiar, annoying voice. 

“June.” 

Landon walked over carrying a box. He glanced at 

the notice, then put the box down. 

“I’ll carry you upstairs.” 

“No.” 

“It won’t be fixed for four hours. Are you going to 

wait here? Your leg isn’t suited for stairs right 

now” 

I fell silent. 

He walked directly in front of me and crouched 

down with his back to me. 

“Get on.” 

I said nothing. 

Fine. Survival required flexibility. 

I climbed onto his back. 

“What’s in the box?” I asked. 

“Books about playwriting. A professional 

recommended them. It took me a long time to find 

the complete set.” 

He climbed all the way to the twelfth floor. 

I slid down from his back. 

“Thanks for the trouble today. I can pay you.” 

He looked slightly stunned. 

“I don’t want money. June, we don’t have to draw 

the line so clearly.” 

I sneered. 

“Really? I thought Dr. Landon wanted me to handle everything myself and kept saying I was trouble because he wanted to draw a very clear line.” 

His face paled. 

“I know I was wrong. I didn’t understand before. I won’t be like that again.” 

I blocked him. 

“Then that’s between you and your future 

girlfriend, assuming someone else is as blind as I 

was.” 

He went silent. 

“Oh, and don’t bring those books up. I don’t need 

them.” 

“But…” 

Before he could finish, I closed the door.