I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 182

The city nights were loud and brightly lit.

Due to the backlog of work from his medical leave, Jorrod didn't make it home until past nine o'clock.

Dr. Jacqueline Shaw had set a strict schedule for him.

Jacqueline had repeatedly warned him not to overwork himself just because his memories had returned. He needed to rest and give his recovering body a chance to bounce back.

He was ordered to stop all intense mental tasks before nine every night.

Jorrod hadn't taken the advice seriously at first.

But after processing a barrage of complex information all day, the sensory overload left him with a splitting headache.

Especially after his shower, the steaming heat made him feel dizzy.

Jorrod wrapped a towel loosely around his waist and stepped into his slippers, walking over to the bathroom vanity.

The man in the mirror had a towel slung low on his hips, revealing tightly corded, sculpted muscles.

Drops of water rolled off his broad shoulders, trailing down the deep grooves of his chest and disappearing beneath the edge of the towel.

He braced his hands on the edges of the sink, his arms locked straight.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the wave of discomfort to pass.

Once the dizziness faded, his phone lit up on the counter.

Jorrod turned around, leaning back lazily against the edge of the sink, and answered the call.

In the spacious, steam-filled bathroom, his voice echoed, sounding even deeper than usual.

"Dr. Shaw."

"I told you before," Jacqueline scolded gently. "You and Sienna can just call me Jacqueline. There's no need to be so formal."

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