Not Your Doormat Anymore novel Chapter 23

"You're back, Dr. Ranford. Go wash up. Dinner's ready!"

Despite being born with a heart condition, Kourtney was not delicate at all. She was surprisingly skilled at cooking and keeping the place tidy.

My small apartment had never looked better—clean, organized, and welcoming. Compared to how I used to live, it was like night and day. Honestly, my place before could only be described as bare-bones.

She had cooked four dishes and a soup—all hot, steaming, and filled with mouthwatering aromas that immediately awakened my appetite.

Once I sat down, she took off her apron and joined me across the table. "I'm sorry if it's not to your taste, Dr. Ranford. I didn't know what you liked, so I just made a little of everything. Give them a taste." She looked at me eagerly, waiting for my reaction.

After several surgeries today, I was completely drained and more than a little hungry. I gave a quick nod, picked up my fork and spoon, and started eating.

"How is it?" she asked, watching me intently.

I was too focused on the food to even answer, so I simply gave her a thumbs-up. Her face lit up with the sweetest smile. "I'm glad you like it."

I honestly had not eaten this well in ages. After dinner, I slumped onto the couch. Completely full, I let out a satisfied burp. Meanwhile, Kourtney was already up, clearing the table and wiping it down like it was second nature.

Watching the spotless living room, I could not help but feel grateful. Letting Kourtney stay here was definitely the right call.

"How's work been going?" I asked casually.

She paused for a moment, then smiled. "It's pretty good! Everyone's really talented. I'm learning a lot!"

"You just graduated. It's totally normal for your first job to feel overwhelming. I was the same when I started at the hospital—clueless and overwhelmed. But with time, everything falls into place."

I could tell something was bothering her. Maybe it had been a tough day, so I offered a few encouraging words.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside. I stretched, got up, and went out of the room.

Kourtney was already in the living room, and she had made breakfast. "Dr. Ranford, I know you're always busy. I made some sandwiches—you can eat them on the go if you're in a rush."

She handed them to me, and I blinked in surprise before nodding. "Thanks."

She really had thought of everything. But still, it felt a little strange to have someone take care of me like this. I was not used to it.

She flashed a bright smile. "You gave me a place to stay and even helped me get a job. I can't repay you with money, so I'm doing what I can."

At that, I pulled out my phone and transferred her two thousand dollars.

"You've done a great job decorating the rest of the place. Take this and fix up my room, too. Consider whatever's left as your payment."