Chapter 9 I Don’t Like Fausts

Vincent was stunned by his question. After a moment of thought, he answered, “I think that isn’t the case…maybe Dr. Walter just doesn’t want to see you—”

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a cold wave sweep across his body and instinctively shivered. When he raised his head, he saw Alec staring at him gloomily. Startled, he realized he had said something wrong.

“There’s no way she hates you!” he corrected himself immediately. “Given your many charms, it is impossible for any woman to hate you, so she must be playing hard to get.”

He wasn’t exactly lying. After all, Alec was the dream boyfriend of Parrington women, and Jenny was the first who treated him like this. That was why he concluded that Jenny was trying to attract his attention in such a manner.

But was she really playing hard to get?

A week later, Faye was transferred from the intensive care unit to a general ward. When Jenny and her team went making their rounds, they found her using her phone as she lay on the bed, appearing to be in a much better condition than before.

“How do you feel today? Any discomfort?” Jenny inquired, following protocol.

At the sight of Jenny, Faye smiled and shook her head.

“No, I feel pretty good.”

Jenny nodded, not surprised by her answer.

“That’s good. After staying a little longer here, you can be discharged to recuperate at home.”

When she was about to leave, Faye called out to her, “Dr. Walter, do you have some time?”

Frowning, Jenny asked, “What is it?”

talk to you,” she said in a small voice, which made her seem rather pitiful. However,

busy,” she said, declining her

short while,”

suggested, “Dr. Walter, why don’t you chat with Miss Lawrence while the rest of us continue making our

her. Afraid that Jenny didn’t know how powerful Alec was, the doctor asked her to stay. With that, the group left, leaving Jenny

chair beside the bed, asking, “What

you. After all, if not for

remained expressionless and unmoved by her gratitude. “You don’t have to thank me. I was paid to perform your surgery, and Mr. Faust paid for your medical

a

said, sounding so sincere that Jenny almost thought she

Walter, do you have a boyfriend? I

to see what

know many handsome, talented men; I

remained silent, and her gaze turned

“Don’t get me wrong. I just don’t know how to repay you, so I

observe if there was any change in her expression. Jenny couldn’t stop herself

don’t need to test my reaction like that. I’m not

explain why she was so worried about losing him. What a scumbag he

replied, putting on a sad expression as if she had

about to

you

“I was asking Dr. Walter about her ideal type. Since there

uncomfortable with the idea for

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