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 shocks me with a

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

chest loosens, and I

not to sound disappointed over someone I just met

clicked with

But Dr. Quinn asked me to extend.

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

in my

"Me?"

She laughs.

Is all she says with a shake

before walking away, her

to turn and leave, too, when a voice slices through

"Dr. Dawson."

My breath catches.

a few feet away is a man who

Dr. Iann Quinn.

keeps running his

glasses only

of his dark eyes. One hand is buried in the pocket of his white coat

right, his name embroidered

smile, easy, effortless, and dangerous reveals perfect white teeth and a

Rich.

Brilliant.

Devastatingly attractive.

My heart skips.

Okay, skips twice.

comment. Just smiles like the world belongs

a

stop gawking now," he says,

Shit.

Don't get me wrong,

him like that.

that kind

it's rude not to

look. Pure appreciation.

1 else.

Dawson," he repeats,

throat and

resembling professional composure.

pivots without waiting for

Wait.

the bottom of the food