The Billionaire Refuses To Divorce Me

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en without a knock, sla

ck on the wall had just

und of the manila folder shutting echoed in the quiet o

y, her movements economical and sh

underneath. She folded the coat, a practiced ritual, and pl

er, loosening the tight knot of tension that always gathered at the base of her neck during a shift. She pic

al resident, stumbled in, his chest heaving. His f

ated interruptions, especially when she had already tidied up and w

trying to block the doorway.

lock on the wall. "My shift e

. VIP floor. We have an admit, and she's

ris said, her tone flat.

"It's Kelsey Mcknight. The actress. She just flew in from Europe. Her agent threw Dr. Ev

y Mck

from the photographs-the ones where Kelsey Mcknight hung on Adler Pope's arm at galas and premieres

had to keep her expression neutral, to not let the sudden tightness in her

burying it beneath a mask o

sician," Iris said, her voice carefull

cracking. "And... the call came from the dean's office. You

eath hitched for a fraction of a second, a reaction so small it was invisible to the frantic man in f

clock on the wall ticked, each secon

her decision. It was the ingrained, unshakeable

her voice clippe

iously. You're a lifesaver." He immediately turned

the starched white coat. It felt

mething floral and expensive. Caleb filled the silence with gossip about Kelsey Mcknight's possible ailment, his voi

usual clumsy haste, pushed the heavy door open without knocking. A

locked box in the back of her mind. She smoothed the front of her coat,

at the Four Seasons. Plush carpets, designer furniture,

e hospital gown was propped up agai

pale face, the slight tremor in her hands. "Ms. Mcknight," she began,

sters-Kelsey Mcknight. Up close, Iris could see the delicate bone structure, the wide eyes, th

g. She refused t

d toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

re was impeccably tailored, stretching across a broad back and tapering to a lea

silho

burned to ash, s

rt, which had been beating at a steady, calm rhythm, suddenl

er stare, the m

ty. His eyes, deep-set and the color of a storm-tossed sea, found hers and he

er

husb

t seen since the day they signed the documents in a sterile lawyer's of

invisible hand that had been resting on her heart cle

e patient, at Caleb, at anything else. But his

ce broke the suf

rability. She looked from Iris to the man by the window. "This doctor...