NovelBookThe hunger that had been gnawing atvanished in an instant.
About thirty minutes later, the nurses emerged, their faces a blend of sympathy as they patted my shoulder.
"Chat with Dr. Hilton later, will you? We really don't think you did anything wrong during the surgery." "Yeah, why
would he kick you out just as you were finishing up? It's like walking on eggshells around him."
"Is there a chance that Dr. Hilton has a soft spot? Maybe he wanted you to grab slunch first? It's your first
tunder his wing, after all."
| frowned slightly. Max suggesting | go eat lunch seemed unlikely. His direct approach to sendaway didn't
seem to fit his style.
With everyone bustling around the operating table, it didn't seem right forto be the only one heading out for
a meal.
"I'll wait here for Dr. Hilton. You guys go ahead and eat."
Once they left, Max appeared, removing his surgical cap and looking at me. "Why haven't you gone for lunch?"
| blinked, surprised. Was he really sendingout to eat?
"I was hoping to discuss today's surgery with you," | said, forcing a smile.
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"Sure. We can talk over lunch."
He led the way to the cafeteria, not looking for any special treatment, and picked whatever was available, just
like everyone else. After getting our food, we sat down to eat.
However, it seemed Claude's assistant, Neil, had been waiting for me, handing over a lunch box as soon as he
saw me: "Miss, Mrs. Hart arranged this lunch for you."
| glanced at Max, who was completely focused on his meal, seemingly indifferent.
"Neil, from tomorrow, there's no need to bringlunch. The food from the cafeteria is fine," | said.
But Neil was acting under Claude's instructions.
Why was he acting in ways that could cause misunderstandings? It wouldn't be long before Kate accusedof
trying to seduce Claude again.
As Neil hesitated to respond, Max
dised, "Weren't we supposed to meals to my office." Content to
the surgery? Let's take our
He left the
and | quickly grabbed
le Car tray to follow him, belongs to en.kikistand. Contet
lunch
Neil standing there with the
box still in his hand.
| could hear him on the phone with Claude, "She refuses to eat it. Says she'll have cafeteria food from now on."
Whatever Claude's response was, it didn't matter toanymore.
After finishing lunch in Max's office and leaning back full on the couch,
he handedsnotes, "che
through today's procedure. You'll lead the next surgery."
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What? Just one look and I'm leading? Max's teaching methods were bold, to say the least.
"You can go now."
Before | could even respond, he was sendingout. | hurriedly grabbed my tray and notes, leaving his office. As
| approached my own office, | saw Claude waiting for me.
"Why didn't you eat the lunch Neil brought?"
A few of the nursing staff glanced over, curious.
| had to introduce him, saying, "He's my brother."
The colleagues covered their mouths, giggling, "Such a handsbrother, any chance you'd introduce us?"
"He's taken," | replied quickly.
Claude disliked the attention, dragginginto my office, insisting | eat the lunch she brought.
"I'm full, maybe save it for dinner," | suggested.
Just the thought of him spending the night at Kate's madefeel a tinge of disgust at the touch of his hand.
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