Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 479 Male Models

I stood still, my thoughts racing. So, it wasn't just my imagination after all?

It made sense now why Wallace hadn't said anything earlier. His insistence on closing the door suddenly felt deliberate he must've wanted to ensure no one outside could overhear. "What's the problem?" I asked, trying to steady my voice.

"There are signs of a possible miscarriage," he replied, his tone measured. "She smells of mugwort, which likely means she's been using herbal remedies and might even be taking progesterone shots in secret."

His explanation unraveled Alisa's strange behavior. She'd been adamant about her baby's health, but her actions hinted at a deeper anxiety.

It seemed as though she cared about the child far more than Luke did.

Even so, that was her concern, not mine. People carry their secrets like fragile glass, and it's not my place to shatter them without cause.

"Thank you, Dr. Mervin," I said, my words sincere.

"She keeps saying the baby's fine, but I worry she might overlook the risks. I thought you should know, so her family can watch over her," he added, his gaze steady.

"I'll make sure of it," I promised.

Wallace opened his medical kit and began mixing medications for Whitney. His hands moved with precision as he spoke. "Ms. Sander, your fever is treatable. But emotional health is just as important, and that's something you'll need to address yourself-or with the right therapist."

At that, a name surfaced in my mind-Dr. Zimmer-he'd helped me once before, and I trusted him.

He was thorough and compassionate, the kind of person who could guide anyone through a storm.

"Whitney," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I know an incredible therapist. He's helped a lot of people, and I think he could help you too. But if you don't feel ready, just forget I mentioned it." Whitney glanced up, a flicker of humor softening her face.

"No, it's okay. Moving forward is important. But, sis... is he good-looking?"

"What?" I blinked, caught completely off guard. That wasn't the kind of response I expected from her.

It sounded more like something Zoey would say.

toward Wallace, who was focused on his work, and added,

considered her words,

men's muscles can add four or five years to your life!" Whitney's

spoke without looking up. "Mrs. Bolton,

something about his tone that made me picture him turning that

with a hint of laughter, "Even if it doesn't extend your life, it could still improve your taste in aesthetics. And that's

of content. I'll have her send you a file later." I paused, an idea lighting up my face. "And when Carter gets back, I'll ask

"Mrs. Bolton."

calm but direct, cutting through my chatter like a blade. I turned to face him, feeling a little caught off guard. "Oh, Dr. Mervin," I said, trying to regain composure. "What's the matter?"

the oddest feeling, like he'd rather

him move closer to Whitney. He leaned toward her, his voice dropping to a

thin appearance making them seem fragile. Her veins were faint and hard to spot, while

and massaged

body tensing. The

It's about a guy who transforms into an eight-pack heartthrob. His abs

the

in a black leather jacket. As the music hit its stride, the camera shifted,

he incredible?"

to Wallace, who was still focused on her hand. "Yeah, not

looking at Dr. Mervin? He's tall and lean, sure, but

her attention to the phone, her

I want

Let me find a

I scrolled to another video, ready to

the address?' Can you believe someone actually tagged a male model club in response?" Whitney turned to me suddenly, her curiosity evident. "Sis, have

hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the question. Then,

so I only had a few drinks. I didn't even touch the

know a high-end place. If you're interested, once you're feeling better, I'll take you there. You can pick eight or ten

she asked again, "So, what

paused for a