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.

his work, and added, "A good-looking therapist might make therapy a bit easier,

her words, then

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,

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

calm, yet there was something about his tone that made me picture him turning

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

eager to keep her engaged. "Exactly! A cheerful mind and a healthy body-that's the secret to everything. Zoey's got a massive stash of this 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

"Mrs. Bolton."

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

he'd rather stick the needle in me

move closer to Whitney. He leaned toward her, his voice dropping to a soothing murmur. "This might

her lap, their pale, thin appearance making them seem fragile. Her veins were faint and hard to spot, while the needle

massaged it gently,

The sight of the needle must have

I decided to divert her attention. "Whitney, check this out. Zoey sent me this video yesterday. It's about a guy who transforms into an eight-pack heartthrob. His abs are unreal." Whitney's lips

quickly opened the

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

incredible?"

Wallace, who was still focused on her hand.

glance, I smirked. "Why are you looking at Dr. Mervin? He's tall and lean, sure,

returned her attention to

that video, sis. I want to check out more

I've got plenty. Let me

the needle, I scrolled

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, have you ever been to one of

moment, caught off guard by the

Luke quickly, so I only had a few drinks. I didn't even touch the model's

I 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 guys-whatever makes

she asked again, "So, what exactly can they

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