Chapter 92 - He Kneeled At Her Side.

Kyra didn't want to go to Oliver's room as she is very aware of what will happen if she does so. 

It is not that she wants to avoid him or the situation they are facing but, all she needs is some time for her heart to ease down a little so that it would be in a position to take the blow if it comes to the worst. 

But she can't say no as he is her boss now. She is left with no choice but to nod her head. 

Meanwhile, Jennifer could only sigh and leave to take a short nap before the surgery. As she is in her periods and she has to stand for hours during the surgery, this rest is mandatory to her. 

Kyra returned to the office and slumped on her chair as she massaged her head. 

How Oliver behaved around Jennifer didn't look like they were having a relationship or having any romantic entanglements. 

As he didn't hide his intention to call her to his office from Jennifer, she could tell that he is not keeping any secrets from either of them. 

'Maybe the photo I saw is false' Kyra thought. 

'But my third brother has never made this kind of silly mistake. The photo I saw was directly taken from the CCTV footage. So, it has to be authentic.' another thought crawled into her brain, kicking the previous opinion out of the window. 

'Maybe the situation is not what it seems like. Maybe he isn't kissing but she is.' She tried to convince herself. 

'If that's the case he would have cut his ties with her. At least, he would have maintained some distance from her. However, he is too close and unbelievably concerned about her.' her insecure self thought again. 

Kyra could only shut her eyes tightly and take deep breaths to control herself from getting too anxious. 

"You, fine?" Jennifer, who just entered the room to take her pager, which she forgot on her table, asked, a little concerned. 

"I am okay. It's something I am going through."

"Something personal." Kyra added. 

"If it is bothering you too much you just have to face it and get done with it. It is how we can restore our peace of mind." Jennifer advised. Though she doesn't know what Kyra is going through, she knows how situations like these effects emotionally. 

She faced it when she was madly in love with Oliver and he dodged all the hints she was giving back then. Many thoughts and scenarios kept playing in her mind, disrupting the peace of her mind. 

When she was at the brink going insane with all those thoughts, it was when she took the advice of one of her friends and came clean with Oliver. 

Although it didn't go like how she has planned, it at least took away all the weight she was shouldering. 

Kyra looked at Jennifer who was smiling at her but in her deep thoughts, she could only sigh. 

Should she really ask Oliver about what she saw yesterday? 

It might sound easy but it is not as easy as that, especially to her. 

But at the same time, Jennifer is right. It would take away the emotional burden she is currently going through. 

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After her brief conversation with Jennifer, Kyra took the file and walked to Oliver's office. 

Oliver was anxiously waiting for her and he swear, he was never this tense, not even when he had to operate on the most complex tumors. 

As soon as Kyra knocked on his door, he felt his breath quickening up. 

"Come in." he managed to speak. 

On the other side of the door, Kyra was in the same situation. 

'It's okay Ky. He is not going to hurt you. He is good, remember?' she muttered to herself and pushed the door open. 

And, as soon as she came into his line of sight, their eyes met. His blue eyes to her hazel eyes. 

For a brief moment nothing mattered to them. Oliver searched anxiously for something, something that could cease him from getting anxious. Meanwhile, Kyra couldn't break the gaze as she is getting sucked more and more into his deep, bottomless eyes. 

All she wants now is to seek his comfort. She wanted to hug him, cry her heart out.

This is only when she realized how much she dammed up her emotions in her heart. 

She was waiting for the right shoulder to lean on and unfortunately, she couldn't do it now because the one who caused her pain and the one from whom she is seeking comfort are the same. 

'Control Key.' she told herself as she pushed herself out of this comforting silence. 

"Why did you want to see me, Dr. Miller? Is anything wrong with the patient?" she asked, trying to sound as polite and distant as she can. 

Only she knows how much it is hurting her to do it. From one side, her heart is screaming to forgive him already and hug him tight. 

However, from the other side, her mind is pushing her to remember what she saw yesterday, reminding her that she can't let this matter go. 

Meanwhile, when Oliver heard her formal and almost distant tone, he felt his heart being pierced with thousands of needles. 

So, it is how it hurts when true love hurts. This pain is more deadly than being shot with poisonous bullets. 

"Sit, first." he told her, giving the gentle smile. 

Kyra contemplated but sat down across him, nervous and anxious. 

Oliver poured her chrysanthemum tea to reduce her stress and anxiety. 

"Have this tea first. Let's talk after you calm down okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with all the gentleness in the world. 

Kyra almost melted looking at those eyes filled with love. 'Why will a person who loves you this much will dare to hurt you? He is innocent.' her heart screamed from inside, getting infected by that love. 

'You thought the same for your biological mother. What happened? You got betrayed! Don't fall for things like these!' her logical self retaliated. 

"I need to prepare for the surgery, Dr. Miller. If there is nothing, I would like to go back." Kyra said as her logical self won over her emotional self. 

It made Oliver even more sad and nervous. What exactly happened?? 

Did he do anything that has hurt her indirectly? He wouldn't dare to hurt her directly, so he is sure that's not the case. 

"Why are you distant and anxious? What happened?" he asked. 

With that question, Kyra started to become nervous. She fidgetted her fingers as she curled her toes. 

"It's nothing related to the surgery, Dr. Miller. I will be going then." she said as she was about to stand up to leave. 

She could feel that her facade is getting weak by every second she spends with him. If this strong and nonchalant facade of hers get shredded off, she knows that it would make both her and Oliver more sad. 

"It has everything to do with the surgery, Dr. Collins. Sit!" Oliver said, his voice was a little strict so it would sound bossy. As she is not caving in to his pleading tone, he can only order her as her boss. 

And, it worked. 

Kyra didn't try to leave. She sat down as she looked at the floor, trying to avoid his eyes at any cost. 

If she looks at them, she is sure that she is going to break down. 

Seeing her like this only made it worse for Oliver. He knows that her facade of strong, independent self is layered upon layers of scars. 

He didn't want to add another layer to it. 

He stood up and the first thing he did is to lock the door and pull down all the blinds, cutting themselves from the outer world. 

After making sure that no one is going to barge in or see anything that is going to happen now, he walked to her and did the thing Kyra never imagined him to do. 

He kneeled at her side and looked at her face. 

Seeing her shocked face which also had the red, teary eyes and quivering lips, he gently held her chin and made him look at her. 

"Kyra, what happened exactly? Talk to me, please?" he asked. He no longer tried to hide his emotions from her and right now, Kyra could see how much pain he is in. 

She could see that he is vulnerable just like her. And, it was all she needed to break the dam that was holding her melancholy. 

Seeing the tears rolling down her eyes, Oliver stood up and sat beside her giving her the shoulder she wanted. 

He didn't try to stop her as she needed to vent it out in order to get into peace with herself. He doesn't know why but he felt like this is the right thing to do. 

He felt like Kyra needed a shoulder to cry on, rather than the sweet consolments. 

He caressed her hair as she sobbed in his embrace as her tears wetted his shirt, which he least cared about. 

After how long God only knows, the lump of sorrow in her heart degraded and she stopped crying. 

"Now, tell me what happened, Kyra. Is it me or is it something else that made you this sad.." he asked as he caressed her hair.