Love's Redemption (Chris and Maddie)

Chapter 880

"Hey, pretty lady, want to move this party somewhere else?"

In the center of the dance floor, a man leaned closer to Lena with an inviting smile. Lena tossed her rarely unbound long hair over her shoulder, swaying slightly as she replied, "To your bed, perhaps?" "If that's what you want," the man said with a grin, moving even closer.

Lena pressed a single finger to his forehead, stopping him in his tracks. "I think my bed would be more suitable."

"Your bed works too," the man smirked.

Leaning in closer, Lena gave a sly smile. "My bed happens to be a surgical table.

The man laughed, assuming she was teasing him. "So, what's on the menu? Heart or liver?"

"Heart and liver," Lena replied smoothly, her finger pressing precisely on the corresponding points on his body.

The man hesitated, clearly startled by her precision, but before he could react, Lena pushed him away with a flick of her finger. She had danced enough and left the floor, catching her breath.

From the crowd below, onlookers whistled and cheered, and a few men even reached out to help her down, eager for a chance to interact. Lena scoffed lightly and ignored them, instead extending her arms toward Aaron, who sat calmly watching her from his seat. "Uncle, carry me!" she hollered loudly, drawing more whistles from the audience.

and

and Lena jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "Uncle, I'm so

carried her effortlessly out of the bar amidst the

to carry her like this was when she was a child. Her mother had put a stop to it with

forward, Lena stopped asking for piggyback rides or for him to

his arms.

murmured, resting her head against

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his own coat before taking her outside to the car. He gently set her down on the hood of his luxury SUV,

strands out of her face. "Why

don't even know who I am anymore. To my colleagues, I'm the ace gynecologist. To my patients, I'm a guardian angel. To strangers, I'm an aloof beauty. To my parents, I'm an immature child. And to Nate..." She paused, her smile tinged with bitterness. "To

things. I hate being the Lena they see. I'm just me. I can't even remember the last time I sang or danced. I've been so shaped by everyone

with renewed energy, she climbed back onto the hood, treating the expensive car as