My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 44

"No, thank you."

"Oh, there's brown sugar cake..." The plastic bag rustled loudly.

Sampson paused, taking two steps back. "I'll take the brown sugar one. Thanks."

"You bought a cake?" Wendy asked.

Sampson replied, "The department ordered them. Want some?"

"Yes." Wendy nodded.

She had been exhausted these past few days and was craving something sweet.

He tore open the packaging.

Sampson had eaten before coming over, so he rested his chin on his hand, staring idly out the window.

In the reflection on the glass, he noticed that Wendy ate quickly.

She had a habit of taking huge bites, filling her cheeks completely before chewing slowly.

With her cheeks puffed out, she still kept her eyes glued to the food in her hand as if she hadn't had enough.

Like a hamster, but with a lazy satisfaction that came from genuinely enjoying a good meal.

"What is it?" Noticing that Sampson had been staring out the window for quite a while, Wendy glanced over.

"Nothing." Sampson pulled his gaze away.

"I reviewed Bed 16's report. Transfer him over tomorrow. I'll make him the first case on Friday."

Wendy nodded.

Then she asked, "First case?"

Since hospital operating rooms were limited, highly complex or high-priority surgeries were usually scheduled first thing in the morning.

Wendy pulled up Bed 16's report on her computer and asked Sampson.

"Does he need valve replacements?"

Looking at the report, the valve leaflets seemed to be in decent shape, save for some vegetation. In these cases, the lead surgeon usually prioritized saving the patient's natural valves.

Especially since the patient was so young.

Sampson said, "We won't know for sure until we open him up. Based on the report, the valve damage doesn't look too severe."

Wendy didn't understand why he needed to be the first case, then.

"Look here."

Sampson suddenly leaned in, resting one hand on the desk and pointing at the screen with the other.

Startled, Wendy scrambled back. Her back hit the edge of the desk, and the desk slammed into the wall with a loud thud.

A stack of books in the corner wobbled precariously, but Sampson caught them with lightning reflexes.

The man straightened the books and stepped back to his original spot.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

Huh? It took Wendy's brain a second to catch up.

She shook her head. "No."

Sampson's gaze remained fixed on her.

After being stared at for a solid four or five seconds, Wendy felt a little squirmy. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Sampson shook his head.

His mind had briefly drifted to their physical contact in the car that night.

Wendy hadn't reacted nearly this strongly back then.

He fell silent for a moment, tilting his head as his gaze drifted past her ear and landed on the computer screen behind her.

"Where's the block?"