Chapter 262

A woman suddenly collided into Dr. Brice, causing his phone to tumble onto the ground. Dr. Brice had used this phone for many years, and he frowned as he looked down at the woman sprawled on the pavement.

“Are you alright?” he asked politely, extending a hand to help her up.

The woman, however, glared at him. “Don’t you look where you’re going?”

If his memory served him right, it was she who had charged into him. But he chose not to argue, instead bending down to pick up his cracked phone.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently.

Seeing that she had no inclination to accept his help, he turned to leave.

“Wait!” The woman called from behind him.

Dr. Brice turned back to look at the woman. She was beautiful, her long hair reaching her waist. There was something familiar about her.

He sifted his memories, then asked, “Have we met somewhere before?”

At this, Annalise Hansen broke into laughter as she replied, “Sir, are you still using pickup lines from the 70s?”

She attempted to stand, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her to fall back onto the ground. Luckily, Dr. Brice was quick to react, catching her before she could hit the ground again.

Instead of a thank you, however, what greeted him was a shriek, followed by a resounding slap.

The force of the slap nearly knocked him off balance.

It was only when the woman glared at his hand did he realize that he had caught her right at her chest.

He suddenly pushed Annalise away, causing an unprepared Annalise to fall on the ground once again and sat on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Brice apologized, looking at Annalise who was now sitting on the ground.

Rubbing her bottom, she queried, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“What?”

“Never mind. Help me up! I think I sprained my ankle…” Annalise extended her hand toward Dr. Brice.”

He helped her up, only to hear her ask, “Do you always harass women like this?”

her onto a nearby bench. He then crouched down to examine

skirt, Annalise instinctively drew

demanded, “I’m

otherwise I could have called the police for you,” Dr. Brice replied, lifting her ankle

Dr. Brice pressed firmly on her injured ankle. Her words turned into a sharp cry

her hand to

her, “You have a sprained ankle, but

it’s just a sprain? How can you be sure it’s not dislocated or broken? You pressed too hard, you might have injured it even more! You

Brice turned and laughed, then scooped her up into his

taking me?” Annalise asked, gripping his shoulders in

the parking door. So she immediately changed the subject and said to Dr.

the police station,” Dr. Brice replied. He had never met a woman quite as challenging as Annalise. She had charged into him, destroyed his phone, and now, she was threatening to take him to

As Annalise was unbuckling her seatbelt, preparing to leave, he started the car, preventing

go to the police?” He asked her defiantly as he started the car and

Adeline was coming for a blind date and Dylan accidentally told Elliot about watch the fun,

the him based on the car he was driving, and

her. “How do you know I’m

Dylan, she had learned to analyze people,

she had decided to

dressed, and finally said

You’re wearing a high-end striped wool suit worth $20,000 and your matte calfskin shoes aren’t cheap either. However, you don’t have any jewelry, no status-showing watch, no ring, no necklace, no tattoos. Yet, you’re driving a car that’s only worth $30,000. I guess you’ve just come from an important event, dressed neatly, maybe out of vanity or to deceive others. You’re not wearing a watch, perhaps because you don’t have a good-looking one and don’t want people to find out you’re wearing a fake. But this suit, it’s

her analysis, Dr. Brice gave her a look. “You

police station. He took

though Dr. Brice was a newcomer to Tranquil Care Hospital, his reputation was already legendary, and virtually everyone in the hospital was familiar with his name. Considering his recruitment was personally overseen by the hospital director, it was no surprise

accompanied by an attractive woman, they were taken aback.

the surgical department. Upon meeting Dr. Brice, the head of surgery,

to him, astonished, and asked, “You’re a

con artist.” Dr. Brice gave a playful tap on Dr. Anstice’s shoulder, “Could you lend a hand, Anstice? I found this patient on the street.” She turned to Dr. Brice and said, “I’m

“Your name.”

“Annalise.”

“Your age.”

“Eighteen.”

Brice repeated,

and answered

Anstice couldn’t help but laugh at this, while Dr. Brice added,

“Your…”

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