My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 103

The general consensus was that male doctors were the holy grail of the dating market. As long as a guy had all his limbs attached, there was no way he'd be single at thirty.

Especially a top-tier elite like Director Sanders.

Since there wasn't a single girlfriend in sight, people assumed he was just asexual.

But that rumor had collapsed the moment Sampson announced his marriage.

Nurse Zimmer couldn't be bothered with Leo.

"Why don't you ask the Director yourself when you have the time?"

Did he have a death wish? Leo shrank back and scurried off to the on-call room to sleep.

By the end of the new year's first month, the Cardiology Department wrapped up with a record-breaking 320 surgeries for the main campus.

The day Wendy and Sampson finally managed to schedule their days off together fell on a Saturday.

It had been almost a month since Winona last visited the hospital to drop off food.

Knowing how busy they were, Winona hadn't even texted to pressure them into coming home recently.

When she sent food, she had the driver deliver it. She was terrified of cutting into Wendy's precious rest time if she visited in person.

Wendy understood Winona's thoughtful intentions.

So, on her day off, she specifically didn't sleep in, planning to make a trip to the Sanders estate.

Not one to fuss with makeup, she just took a quick shower.

When she stepped out of the bedroom.

Sampson was working out on the balcony.

He was doing core training today, currently locked into a plank.

During her time as Chief Resident, Wendy hadn't had time for the gym, so she had also liked doing planks in the on-call room.

It was convenient.

She could hold the position while reading or catching up on a show.

Since she wasn't in a rush to leave, Wendy went to the kitchen for a glass of warm water and didn't head back to the bedroom right away.

She leaned against the coffee counter, watching Sampson exercise.

Thanks to years of consistent workouts, his form was flawless.

His arms were shoulder-width apart, his head, shoulders, knees, and ankles aligned in a perfectly straight line. The sharp, tight lines of his body were fully on display, and the veins in the arms supporting his weight popped, tracing intricate blue paths beneath his skin like the veins of a leaf.

That was the reality of their physical differences.

Unable to mask her envy, Wendy swept her eyes up and down his frame.

Her gaze held a mix of admiration, envy, and if one looked closely, a fierce, competitive stubbornness.

So, when she complimented his muscles before, she wasn't just admiring them—she wanted them for herself?

Sampson was thoroughly amused.

Propping an arm on the nearby treadmill, he leaned against it casually and smirked. "Men naturally have higher testosterone. Since women have lower muscle mass, it's completely normal for your endurance to be less."

As he spoke, a bead of sweat rolled down from his hairline, and he grabbed a towel to wipe it away.

After wiping his face, he saw Wendy still staring at him with unyielding determination.

He raised a brow slightly. "So, like we talked about, should I wake you up for a workout tomorrow?"

"Once the post-holiday rush is over, absolutely!" Wendy declared with utter resolve.

It was an hour and a half drive to the suburbs.

With a sleep mask handy in the car, Wendy slept the entire way.