Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 39 Did You Two Have a Date or Something?

Galatea's cheeks flushed with Cormac's misunderstanding, and she hurriedly reminded Alaric, "You better clear things up with your friend, so he doesn't get the wrong idea." "Don't worry about him," Alaric said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"All right, if you're ready, let's begin," said Galatea, reaching for an acupuncture needle.

When Galatea looked at him, what struck her most visually wasn't the washboard abs on his chest but the glaring scar near his heart - a startling mark.

"Is that the scar you got during that mission?" she asked, her voice tinged with horror. The scar itself was frightening. She could only imagine the pain he went through getting it.

"I have plenty of other scars. Do you want to see them?" Alaric teased, noting the intrigued look in Galatea's eyes. He began to unbuckle his belt nonchalantly.

Galatea hastily reached out to stop him, irritation clear in her voice. "What are you doing? Who said I wanted to see them?"

'Shameless!'

"You want a helping hand, but you don't have the guts," Alaric scoffed with scorn, straightening his belt. "If you had just admitted from the start that you wanted to get close to my son to get ahead, maybe I would have married you to get rid of Orion-instead of this fake relationship."

His insinuation was pointed, taunting her for her tactical error - they were entangled in a faux romance, not entwined in a false marriage. 'Did she now wish otherwise?'

Lately, Galatea Hartley's fortunes had seemingly plummeted. A cascade of setbacks plagued her, ranging from medical mishaps to relentless online harassment. The drama involving the Nash family felt endless. To top it off, even Mrs. Marigold's portrait had mysteriously disappeared.

Despite her somber mood, Alaric's latest witty remark elicited a genuine laugh from her - a sincere, spontaneous chuckle.

"Alaric, I really owe you one," Galatea thanked him earnestly. "I've encountered countless patients throughout my years as a doctor, but your 'condition' is the only one that could bring me such joy." 'What did she mean by that?'

Alaric eyed her coldly.

with a firm resolution not to marry. "As soon as Orion loses

frown. Her unwavering determination was one aspect while her bold audacity stood as another

to do my physical therapy or not?" demanded Alaric, his tone commanding. "My time is precious. You couldn't afford to waste a minute

Mr. Knight!" Galatea responded and proceeded to start the session. Despite their grievances, Galatea was meticulous and cautious

soon as the therapy started, her phone rang-it was Elisa. Not wanting to delay the session, Galatea answered and

Alaric outside her

a house call. You guys go ahead and

a house call?" Elisa's skepticism was palpable. "You're already off work. What kind of house call could it be? You're not on a date, are you? Is

with exasperation, "Mom, Harry, and I are okay with you, remarrying. There's no need

"I'm not lying."

Knight, you better take good care of my mom. And if you guys are busy tonight, there's no

'What is she implying?'

Storm!" Elisa hung up, leaving Galatea

to say anything?" Galatea

I answered. What's the

Galatea fell silent.

twice, and both times she's been pushing for me to marry you. And now,

a serious talk with her when I get

America, no shortage of suitors had pursued her, yet Elisa had not developed a liking

that odd. Your husband passed away under normal circumstances. Why have you never mentioned a word about him to your child?" he asked out of curiosity. Galatea paused at the question, her sewing needle stilled in mid-air, but it wasn't long

merely pretending to be a

reaction, was almost certain she

your secrets with me, but if you've fabricated your past or your resume to deceive me,