All Too Late novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Time To Grow Up

Gizem furrowed her brows. “Can you let go of me first? Desi might see us.”

Samuel did her bidding, flashing her a stern look.

Gizem leaped up and kept a distance from him.

“It’s the smell of my very own perfume,” was her explanation.

Her words only made Samuel shoot her a dubious leer.

Gizem went on and elucidated her claim, “You can also find this scent on ancient books, Mr. Macari. It originated from a female physician and has a sedative effect. I heard that your ex-wife was also a traditional medicine practitioner. I guess she must’ve followed the same ancient prescription.”

A coincidence?

Suspicion rose within Samuel as he fixed his ice-cold gaze on Gizem.

Could it be that she’s trying to bluff it out because of some ulterior motives?

Never in a million years did Gizem expect Samuel to be so vigilant over a measly fragrance.

“You’re a traditional medicine practitioner, too, you say?” His tone was as cold as the winter.

“Yes.” Gizem nodded. “I learned traditional medicine before diving into modern medicine.”

“All right. You may leave,” ordered Samuel with an impassive countenance.

“Okay.” With that, Gizem wheeled around and stepped out.

Samuel heaved a sigh at that.

My mind must’ve gone haywire. Why did I mistake her for Kathleen?

Gizem got back to the office, only to hear her phone ringing non-stop.

She finally picked up the call. Immediately, Levi’s yawn was heard coming from the other end of the line.

“Why aren’t you back yet, Babe? I almost wanted to crash out, you know.”

“Sorry, I’m not going back tonight. I’m going to stay overnight at the hospital,” stated Gizem.

“Oh… I’ll help you tidy up the house, then,” Levi stated helplessly.

With an indifferent tone, Gizem declined his offer. “There’s no need for that. I’ve given Samuel my word to move into the Macari residence just so it’ll be easier for me to look after Desi.”

Levi blinked his eyes in disbelief. “What? But why? You were so unbending when I invited you to stay at my house back then!”

“Levi, I rejected you because I didn’t want you to misunderstand the relationship between us.” Gizem sounded rather nonchalant. “As for the reason I moved in to stay with the Macaris, like I said, it’s because of Desi.”

It’s also to follow my master’s instruction.

“I don’t care! Do you not love me anymore?” Grievance washed over Levi’s heart as he spoke.

Gizem was stumped for words. “I’ve never ever loved you before.”

“You mean love would one day dissipate, correct?” said Levi in defeat.

Gizem took out a bag of coffee, preparing to pull an all-nighter. “Hey, Levi. Love would never go away, okay? It’s just that I’ve never had a thing for you, so there was no love from me to you, to begin with.”

Levi then uttered in an icy tone, “So… I’ll send your baggage over tomorrow. Will that be okay?”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll be here at the hospital to receive it,” replied Gizem calmly.

“Got it.” A tinge of indignant rose within Levi. “Worse comes to worst; I’ll also move into the Macari residence.”

Gizem was bereft of speech on that note.

“Don’t wear yourself out, you hear? I’ll bring you breakfast as well.” Levi was still so sweet toward her.

“Mm. Thanks.” Gizem nodded.

Breathing out a long sigh, Levi hung up the phone.

Finally, Gizem made herself a cup of coffee as she sat in front of the computer to continue her dissertation paper.

The next morning, Gizem sprawled on the desk and fell asleep.

It was the knocking sound on the door that awoke her from her slumber.

Rubbing her eyes, she answered, “Come in.”

It was Levi. “Babe! Here comes your breakfast made with love!” He entered her office with a spring in his step.

Gizem was at a loss for words.

As Levi placed the breakfast right in front of her, he added, “Please check and accept the donuts and milk.”

“Thank you.” Gizem appeared to be listless.

Wearing a skin-deep grin, Levi stared blankly at her.

At that moment, Gizem seemed to have recalled something. “Aren’t you obsessed with good looks, Levi?”

The latter bobbed his head in approval.

Witnessing that, Gizem became all the more curious. “I’m very much average-looking, at best. What makes you fall for me?”