Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 115: Stubborn and Short-tempered

As if she had sensed something, Rachel subconsciously turned around and looked into the distance,

but she didn’t find anything.

Withdrawing her gaze and paused, she suddenly saw Kenneth’s face in her mind.

She wondered if he had returned to City J today.

However, instantly, she returned to her senses. She kept gazing at the door of the surgery room.

No matter where he was going, it had nothing to do with her.

The surgery didn’t finish until four o’clock in the afternoon. When the light on the door of the surgery

room was off, Rachel and Theresa hurriedly stood up and walked over. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Seeing a doctor coming out, Rachel walked up and asked, “Excuse me, Doc. How’s my father doing?”

The doctor took off the mask and exhaled. Then he answered, “The surgery succeeded, but whether

he would return to normal, we need to see after he wakes up. The hospital would give the jail a

certification. You can hand it over and wait for their approval.”

Rachel nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Doc.”

Theresa also felt quite grateful. She finally could breathe a sigh of relief. Her hands that were grabbing

Rachel’s were full of sweat.

With a gentle smile and the sleeping Monica in his arms, Osmond comforted them, “He would be fine.

I’m stronger. You’ve been waiting here for a whole day. Why don’t you take a rest? I’ll look after him

from now on.”

“Well, I’m not sleepy yet. Let’s wait until he’s settled,” said Rachel.

Then they saw Chapman being pushed out from the surgery room.

Lying on the sickbed, he was bony and his face was as pale as his gray hair. He was lying there

motionlessly with an oxygen mask.

Rachel felt a sharp pang in her heart. She hurriedly helped Theresa push the sickbed.

After settling him down, Rachel went through the follow-up procedures. When she finally had time to sit

down and have some water, it was already dark outside.

Looking at Monica who was still sleeping on the bed, Rachel felt sorry for her. Rubbing between her

eyebrows, she walked to Osmond. “Osmond, I’m sorry for keeping you here for a whole day. I can’t ask

you to eat the takeout again tonight. But I don’t have much time. How about you go back home first? I’ll

make an appointment with you another day.”

Osmond noticed that she was trying her best to hide her tiredness on her face, his eyes darkened.

Without answering her, he suddenly pulled her over and pressed her down on the chair.

“Ah!” Rachel was startled, and subconsciously she wanted to stand up.

Osmond pressed her down again. Then he put his fingers on her temples, softly rubbing and pinching

them. He said, “Don’t move. Relax. You’ve reached your extreme now. If you don’t take a rest, you

can’t even go back to work later. I know there are a lot of things that are bothering you and you can’t

fall asleep. Why don’t you take a nap and relax a bit?”

Rachel was stunned. She didn’t know how to refuse him, so she could only ask dully, “Osmond, I don’t

know you have such a skill.”

Osmond was standing behind her, changing the strength pressed on her temples from time to time. He

answered with a self-mockery, “I’ve always been sitting in the office, so I naturally have developed such

a useful skill.”

Rachel pursed her lips into a slight smile. “Thanks, Osmond.”

She was almost worn out, so she didn’t refuse him. Relaxing and leaning against the back of the chair,

she closed her eyes to feel the tiredness surged in her brain.

After Kenneth dealt with his business, he walked to the door of the ward at a steady pace.

Unexpectedly, he witnessed such a scene.

The woman was leaning against the chair back with her eyes closed, seemingly fallen into sleep. She

just let the man standing behind massaging her head gently.

It was a warm but annoying scene.

Kenneth inhaled deeply. Standing motionlessly, he gradually squinted until Osmond finally noticed him.

He put away all his expression, walked into the ward, and curled up his lips into a smile. “Mr. Cox, you

are so effective that any doctor in the hospital. They’ve tried to convince her to take a rest so many

times. She could fall asleep as soon as you put hands on her.”

Osmond looked over at him, his hands still moving. Lowering his voice, he said with a smile, “She was

just worried about the surgery. Now it succeeded and she relaxed a bit. Of course, she could fall asleep

naturally as she’s exhausted.”

Kenneth looked down to take a glance at the woman’s peaceful look in sleep -- her fair and delicate

features made her face extremely sweet and charming. His eyes darkened. Finally, he didn’t wake her

up. He took off his coat and put it on her. Then he asked in a cold tone, “Mr. Cox, have you had dinner

yet?”

Osmond naturally withdrew his hands and smiled. “Not yet. Mr. Shawn, do you want to treat me for

dinner?”

“My pleasure.”

In a restaurant next to the hospital, the two men sat down opposite each other. Their handsome faces

and elegance drew a lot of attention.

After ordering a table of dishes, Kenneth waved at a waiter, “A bottle of wine, please.”

“No. Thank you.” Osmond waved at the waiter. Then he said politely, “I’ll drive back home later. I can’t

drink.”

Kenneth smiled slightly. “I’m not a woman. I won’t make you drunk. You can have a taste of the wine.

Later I’ll ask my man to send you back home.”

Osmond’s gentle face was stiffened. He looked at Kenneth meaningfully. “Mr. Shaw, you are indeed

considerate.”

“Am I?” Kenneth raised his eyebrows. Taking over the wine bottle from the waiter, he poured half a

goblet for Osmond, then for himself. His every movement was delicate and graceful.

“It seems that you are not the only man who could be considerate, Mr. Cox.”

Osmond was rendered speechless.

“Mr. Shawn, did you invite me here for dinner?”

It was obvious a battlefield for the rivals in love.

Kenneth put down the wine bottle and shook his goblet. “Since she doesn’t have time, of course, I

should treat you for dinner.”

“Mr. Shaw, you are indeed a competent ex-husband to her. I’m just wondering if she would appreciate

you doing so.” Osmond raised his goblet and took a sip of the wine, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

Kenneth shook his head, his eyes as deep and peaceful as usual. “Mr. Cox, as long as you would

appreciate me doing so.”

Osmond’s movement paused. Looking up at Kenneth, his gentle eyes were deepened. “Mr. Shawn, I

thought I’ve made myself clear before. It seems that you still couldn’t understand. Your strong tactics

would only antagonize and embarrass her and they would even bring her trouble. Why do you have to

do this?”

“This is the matter between her and me. Mr. Cox, do you think she needs your tolerance and

tenderness? Then you truly don’t understand her. She just wanted to rely on someone when she’s

exhausted but it doesn’t mean that she would keep being weak in this way. I don’t think you’ve

experienced the scene when she blew up as a stubborn and short-tempered woman.

Kenneth’s tone was very casual as if he was convincing Osmond as well as chitchatting with him as a

friend.

He knew Rachel’s character very well. She was as stubborn as a stone. She wouldn’t give in or make

do with anything. Even if the edges and corners of her personality were smoothed out by the

predicament when something happened, she would still show thorns suddenly, and the other party

would be stung off guard.