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.

looked toward Wallace, who was focused on his work, and added, "A good-looking therapist might make therapy a bit

considered her words,

know what? You've got a point. Dr. Zimmer is good-looking, and he's single. Oh, and I read somewhere that staring at attractive men's muscles can add four or five years to your life!" Whitney's faint smile was enough to lighten the room. Whatever struggles she faced, keeping her spirits high

he was pushing out the air bubbles, and spoke without looking up. "Mrs. Bolton, that sort of information isn't rooted in science. I'd suggest avoiding

that made me picture him turning that syringe on me

laughter, "Even if it doesn't extend your life, it could still improve your

kind 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 him to invite some handsome, single guys over. Who knows? Having them around might be just the thing to lift your

"Mrs. Bolton."

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?" "You're standing in my way," he replied, his face as unreadable

demeanor always gave me the oddest feeling, like he'd rather stick the

his voice dropping to a soothing murmur. "This might

fragile. Her veins were faint and hard to spot, while

a few times and massaged it gently, likely searching for

noticed Whitney flinch slightly, her body tensing. The sight of

divert her attention. "Whitney, check this out. Zoey sent me this video yesterday. It's about a guy who transforms into an

opened the video

clip began with a man half-hidden in shadow, dressed in a black leather jacket. As the music hit its stride, the camera shifted, revealing his chiseled abs. The lighting

he incredible?"

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

tall and lean, sure, but he's

attention to the phone, her smile

as much. Send me that video, sis. I want to check out more of his

Let me

I scrolled to another video,

at this comment: 'Where's your shame? Where's your dignity? And most importantly, where's the address?' Can you believe someone actually tagged a male model club in response?" Whitney turned to me suddenly, her curiosity evident. "Sis,

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

I wanted to get back to Luke quickly, so I only had a few drinks. I didn't

If you're interested, once you're feeling better, I'll take you there. You

seemed endless as she asked again, "So, what

paused for a