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.

rotation together years ago," she

worry. If she tries anything, you come to me. But seeing how you

and

I ask, trying not to sound disappointed

ever clicked with someone so

asked me to extend. Apparently, some of the new talent

worth mentoring." She tilts her head, assessing me.

in

"Me?"

She laughs.

says with a shake

walking away, her steps confident and her presence lingering like a

too, when a voice slices through the air behind

"Dr. Dawson."

My breath catches.

who somehow looks better every time I see

Dr. Iann Quinn.

is tousled like he keeps running his fingers through it

glasses only

One hand is buried in the pocket of his

tall frame just right, his

easy, effortless, and dangerous reveals perfect white teeth and

Rich.

Brilliant.

Devastatingly attractive.

My heart skips.

Okay, skips twice.

Just smiles like the

a way,

can stop gawking now," he says, his voice

Shit.

Don't get me wrong,

don't like him like that.

puts that kind of

rude not to take

look. Pure appreciation.

1 else.

repeats,

manage, clearing my throat and forcing my face

resembling professional composure.

me." He pivots without waiting for a

Wait.

hospital is at the bottom of the food chain. So, why is