My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 102

"Seatbelt."

Sampson's arm reached across Wendy's right shoulder.

He smoothly found the buckle.

The subtle tension that had filled the car instantly vanished.

...It was just the seatbelt.

Wendy took a breath.

As she inhaled, the clean, crisp scent of his hospital soap enveloped her, making her feel almost suffocated.

She instinctively pressed herself back against the seat. "I can do it myself."

Sampson didn't speak.

He simply lowered his eyes, looking at her before his gaze slowly dropped to her hands.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Wendy, holding the cup of savory skewers with both hands, finally realized her predicament. "Oh. Thanks."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Sanders."

The title rolled off his tongue effortlessly as he pulled away.

The car started.

Outside the window, the lights and shadows blurred rapidly into the distance.

Was that proximity really just for the seatbelt?

They were adults; Wendy wasn't that naive.

She turned her head, looking out her side of the window.

And there, reflected in the glass, she saw Sampson let out a long, heavy exhale.

-

"We're adults. When the stress gets too much, making out is the best way to regulate your mood."

Lately, the Cardiology Department had been slammed with surgeries, leaving doctors and nurses groaning about the endless overtime.

During the day, management was around, so they couldn't speak freely.

Now that it was evening and the department heads had left, Leo finally caught his breath and ran over to the nurse's station to chat with Nurse Zimmer.

Leo insisted, "Don't look at me like that, I've got science on my side."

"Freud said that from the moment a baby is born, their first instinct is oral gratification."

"Kids use their mouths to explore the world. Chewing, smoking, kissing... hey, why are you making those weird faces at me?"

"Look, even someone as disciplined as our Director isn't immune."

"It's only been a few days, and he's already asked me for antacids twice."

"Man..." Leo shook his head, sighing.

"This kind of binge eating isn't sustainable."

Nurse Zimmer, busy writing up the shift report, had zero patience for Leo's theatrics.

She brushed him off. "If you're so brave, why don't you go advise him?"

"Why would I? That's his wife's job."

Leo suddenly realized something. "Wait a minute! Isn't our Director married?"

"Why doesn't he just make out to relieve his stress?"

"Does he have some kind of phobia of germs?"

Leo's face screamed that he had just uncovered the conspiracy of the century.

"Nurse Zimmer, tell me, if our Director has a phobia of kissing, do you think everyone was right? Is he actually frigid???"

The rumor that he was frigid had started back when Quinn Sawyer was relentlessly chasing him, fueled by the nurses' idle gossip.