Seeing Hayden take care of the boy so caringly reminded me of how he took care of the little girl who was sick before at the amusement park. It wasn’t just his job, but his clothing also changed when he worked as a doctor. The first time that I saw Hayden in his doctor uniform, I almost squealed like a crazy fan girl. Hayden really does look good in anything.
"Stop staring so much..." Hayden muttered, and I wasn’t sure if felt kind of shy or not.
"It’s my first time seeing you dressed like this," I mumbled as my eyes continued staring at him.
"Does it look funny?" Hayden asked with a chuckle.
"Not at all. I think it suits you...in a strange way..." I replied honestly.
"In a strange way?" Hayden said as he arched a brow at me curiously.
"Umm...you look like a bad doctor," I replied before I started to giggle.
Although he’s no longer an official mafia, he still somehow acts like one and the vibe about him wasn’t normal for sure.
Maybe...it’s in the blood?
When he first told me that he would come out to work in these remote areas to take care of patients, I got the stereotypical image of him working in a worn-out clinic and living a harsh life while struggling to handle the patients. However, the truth was very different. Hayden wasn’t the standard poor doctor who was trying to do good for the society. He was a very rich one.
His hospitals and clinics were always clean and professional in every way. The place never lacked funding and although Hayden was tired from work regularly, his life wasn’t left in rags. On the contrarily, Hayden still wore his expensive-looking white suit like always without the fear of it getting dirty.
He would occasionally wear the white doctor gown on top when he was in the hospital to meet the patients. Overall, I thought he looked amazing as a doctor.
"Big congratulations, Malissa! This is a little gift from us to you," Amelia said as she handed me a large bouquet of roses.
"Congrats, Malissa. We’re very proud of you. I’ll make sure all of our business counterparts buy something from your gallery. No worries," Harvey said before winking at me mischievously.
"If that’s the case, I guess I may not have enough paintings available..." I joked, although that was probably true.
"Just sell them blank canvases or something. I’m going to make sure that they spend," Harvey replied with a loud laugh.
"Where’s Hayden?" Amelia asked sweetly.
"Oh, he should be here any moment now. He’s flying in from one of his hospital visits," I replied with a smile.
"He should already be here. This is supposed to be such a big day," Harvey complained with open dissatisfaction.
"It’s fine. He told me about this beforehand and I don’t really mind..." I told them honestly.
"You’re too nice and easy on Hayden. You shouldn’t always let him have his way, you know?" Amelia advised sternly.
Well, that wasn’t how things worked between Hayden and me. I doubt that she would understand it even if I tried to explain it to her, though. Amelia seemed to have Harvey completely wrapped around her little finger.
"Sorry that I’m late,"
--To be continued...