er death, Breana Hudson adjusted the medical chart under her arm and walked bri

formidable reputation under the alias Dr. Astrid. She was now the top neurosurgeon in Europe. Her medical skills were so unp

ed past two blonde nurses sta

g the other. "I heard she's a miracle worker. The

nsultation room. She adjusted her surgical mask, taking a deep breath before pushing the handle down to meet the noto

miliar scent of crisp cedarwood mixe

ath caught i

r fingers were rubbing the space between his eyebrows, where a deep vertical crease was etched int

d his eyelids. His dark, heavy gaze locked o

s ago-the agonizing pain in her abdomen, his mocking laughter, the divorce papers-flooded her mind, making her instinctively want to turn around and flee. She dug her fin

g across the quiet room. "I didn't wire thirty million poun

carpet. She pitched her voice lower, putt

reviewed your medical files regarding your severe insomnia. Unfortunately, your condi

s that kept him awake every night since his ex-wife's death, and this was the first time in his life anyon

eather shoes made dull thuds against the

masculine pressure radiating from his tall frame

eat radiating from his suit. His deep voice carried a hint of dangerous suspicion. "

tting her waist, right over the faded scar where her left kidney

lar eyes, Mr. Montgomer

dge of her surgical mask. His fingertips brushed against her cheek, sending an involuntary shiver down he

n. His special assistant, Gavin Reynolds, rushed inside with sweat beading on his

in panted, speaking rapidly. "He slip

de toward the door. He had adopted Leo, believing the boy to be his deceased brother's orphaned son, and had r

this hospital," Isidore

r slammed shu

keep from sliding to the floor, the back of her silk blous

it onto the chair, slipped out through the side service door, and hurried down the

hedges, the sharp snap of a twig

n a miniature custom black suit was squatting in the dir

ed his head. His pale, sculpted

eart skipp

ed at the boy's outfit in confusion. "How did you change your cl

on. He pressed his thin lips together and clutc

nother silent game, Breana stepped into th

lded softly, her tone incredibly warm and affection

eld him in such a warm embrace. The comforting scent of white tea and jasmine

fountain plaza, Toby Hudson stood kicking a pebble in the exac

ht in front of his toes. Toby tilted his head back an