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.

on his work, and added, "A good-looking

considered her

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

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

about his tone that

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

but I didn't let it show. I nodded, 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

"Mrs. Bolton."

me, his tone 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,

feeling, like he'd rather stick the

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

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

her hand a few times and massaged it gently,

body tensing. The sight

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 curved into a faint smile. "Sure. Let me

opened the video

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 and filters

incredible?"

Wallace, who was still focused on her hand.

at Dr. Mervin? He's tall and lean, sure, but he's more of the intellectual type-not exactly a gym enthusiast

returned her attention to the phone, her

video, sis. I want to check out more of his

me

Wallace prepared to insert the needle, I scrolled to another video, ready to distract her

'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

a moment, caught off guard by the question. Then, putting on a confident face,

business, and I wanted to get back to Luke quickly, so I only had

you're feeling better, I'll take you there. You can pick eight or ten

curiosity seemed endless as she asked again, "So,

for a