The Billionaire's Doctor Chapter 2

One day, while shopping with friends, I checked my phone: 5:30 PM.

My first thought was, Time to go home.

I paused, then felt a wave of complex emotions.

I realized I truly considered that house my home.

I felt a sense of belonging I never expected.

Having seen the chaos in our circle—including my own parents' messes with lovers showing up or secret children appearing—I thought I had given up on love and family.

But the power of a slow burn surprised me.

Thinking about my time with Julian and what I knew of his character, I gained the confidence to gamble once.

Maybe trusting someone, trusting love, could lead to a good result?

Julian's parents were a rare example of a loving couple in our circle.

Raised by them, Julian's character should be trustworthy, right?

Even if it's a trap, maybe everyone has to walk through it once.

I changed into a black lace nightgown, tiptoed to Julian's door, struck the most flattering pose I learned online, and knocked lightly.

The door opened. Julian froze.

He looked around blankly, finding nothing to cover me with, and gave up.

After a few moments of eye contact, his gaze darkened. He asked slowly, "Chloe, are you sure?"

Upon my confirmation, he picked me up.

The room was dim, lit only by a warm bedside lamp.

I felt my temperature rising, my brain turning to mush.

Head tilted, I saw the pristine white sheets and thought inappropriately, Those are going to be hard to clean.

I never found out.

Just as Julian loosened his tie, his phone rang.

He took a few deep breaths, exhaling hot air, braced one hand by my ear, and grabbed his phone.

"Dr. Sterling, Mr. Vance drank too much and is in severe pain. Can you come take a look?"

The anxious male voice on the other end sounded familiar—like an assistant to one of the CEOs.

Julian paused. His voice was incredibly hoarse. "I know. Wait a moment."

I snapped out of my haze, grabbing his half-removed shirt. With mixed emotions, I murmured, "Don't go!"

Julian met my gaze, then lowered his head to coax me gently. "Be good. I'll go check on him."

Watching him dress to leave, anger flared. I stared at his back, cursing internally: "Be good~ I'll go check~ Heh, who knows if he's checking on a bro or a babe."

He paused, stuttered in his movements, and turned to look at me with a complicated expression.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and continued dressing.

I continued my internal monologue: "Go, go. Who can stop you? You're the savior. Ambulances are useless, hospitals are useless. You have magic powers; only you can save him..."

After venting, I felt better. I thought I saw him stumble on his way out, but maybe I imagined it.

He was known for being unflappable.

Before closing the door, he said, "Chloe, I'll be back soon."

I fell asleep waiting.

When I woke up, he was sleeping next to me, back in last night's pajamas.

It made me even angrier.

What kind of man changes clothes and leaves in that situation?!

I angrily bit into my toast.

Julian appeared from somewhere.

Seeing my expression, he chuckled softly, hugged me from behind, and whispered in my ear, "Sorry. Liam Vance is in big trouble lately. He had a gastric bleed recently, so I was worried and went to check."

It happened; I didn't want to dwell on it.

However, after he went to work, I watched a CEO drama on TV.

The plot reached the point where the female lead got hurt while running away, and the male lead called his doctor friend to treat her.

Epiphany struck. Every CEO novel I'd read flooded my brain.

Wait, isn't Julian exactly like that miserable doctor friend who always gets called at midnight?

We have tons of CEOs around us. Gastric bleeds. Doctor friend. Midnight calls. Bingo.

Imagining Julian being summoned by this CEO today and that CEO tomorrow, treated like a tool, looking like a dusty puppy... I couldn't help but laugh.

That night, I made no move, but Julian knocked on my door.

Hair styled, faint cologne.

His eyes smiled as they landed on me. "Can you take me in tonight?"