Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 83 ~ Am I in trouble?

ATHENA

I manage a nod, ice creeping into my veins. "Such wonderful news!"

"I'm glad you think so too," she says brightly, before stepping past me. "I look forward to working with you. I'll teach you so much!"

Is it illegal to smack someone's head?

It would be great if it wasn't!

Her entourage follows her like moths to a flame, leaving behind a cold draft of resentment.

"I don't get how people like her end up in delicate places like these!" A voice sounding extremely annoyed reaches my ears, and I turn to find a beautiful redhead. With her arms crossed.

Her coat isn't white like the others, but navy trimmed with gold...

Wait!

That's a senior attending coat!

The badge on her chest reads: Dr. Isabelle Whitmore, Trauma Surgery Lead, Quinns Institute Exchange Program.

And beneath it, stitched into the fabric in silver thread: Chief Surgical Consultant, Level V Trauma.

I blink.

Not knowing what to say.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Athena. Athena Dawson."

She looks at me before nodding,

"I assume you're the famous Athena Dawson, the second-year who apparently sent a dying man back from the brink using some very unorthodox methods?"

"News surely travels fast," I respond cautiously, shaking her hand.

“Well,” she smiles "thank God for rebels. Protocols are great until they kill someone."

My lips twitch. I like her already.

She turns to watch Leah's group disappear down the hall.

"Leah Woods," Isabelle mutters under her breath like the name tastes sour. "Still climbing ladders she didn't build, I see.”

"You know her?" I ask, surprised.

ago," she shocks me with

some people wear white coats like crowns instead of tools." She glances at me again, her expression softening. "Don't worry. If she tries anything, you come to me. But seeing how you were

chest loosens, and

to

ever clicked with

me to extend. Apparently, some of the new

worth mentoring." She tilts her head, assessing me. "Think you'll live up to the

settles in my

"Me?"

She laughs.

Is all she says with

taps me on the shoulder before walking away, her steps confident and her presence lingering like a protective

and leave, too, when a voice slices through the

"Dr. Dawson."

My breath catches.

a man who somehow looks better every time I see

Dr. Iann Quinn.

like he keeps running his

glasses only highlight

One hand is buried in the pocket

coat hugs his tall frame just right, his name embroidered in neat, gold stitching across

easy, effortless, and dangerous reveals perfect white

Rich.

Brilliant.

Devastatingly attractive.

My heart skips.

Okay, skips twice.

he notices, he doesn't comment. Just smiles like the world

in a way, it

now," he says, his voice teasing

Shit.

Don't get me wrong,

him like that. But

puts that kind

it's rude not

look. Pure appreciation.

1 else.

repeats, this time

Quinn," I manage, clearing my throat and forcing my face

resembling professional composure.

pivots without waiting

Wait.

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