My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 5

With closing time fast approaching, the marriage registry hall was completely empty, save for the two of them.

It spared them the hassle of waiting in line.

Taking the photos, filling out the forms, signing the paperwork, and getting the official seal—the entire process went smoothly.

Before long, Wendy was holding her marriage certificate.

Since she hadn't brought her purse inside, she casually slipped the certificate into the clear folder containing her medical reports.

Sampson had parked his car in the lot across the street.

The two walked side-by-side toward the curb, maintaining a comfortable silence the entire way.

The light at the crosswalk turned red.

Standing on the edge of the sidewalk, Wendy noticed that he still showed no signs of saying goodbye.

She turned to him and asked, “Do you need me to go home with you right now?”

If he meant right now, the hour she had taken off was definitely not going to cut it.

...Should she ask for another two hours?

But being a Chief Resident made it practically impossible to get time off.

Wendy felt a flicker of anxiety.

Fortunately, that wasn't what Sampson had in mind.

He looked over at her, answering her question with one of his own. “Doesn't a Chief Resident need to head back to the hospital for the evening shift?”

Wendy nodded honestly. “I do.”

The Chief Resident was essentially the department head's right hand.

Aside from handling the schedule, doing rounds, and reviewing charts, she was also responsible for consults and late-night emergency surgeries.

She was practically doing the jobs of eight different people.

There was no way she could just take the rest of the night off.

Sampson gave a small nod. “Then we'll wait until you have time. There's no rush.”

“Okay.” Wendy breathed a sigh of relief.

Not wanting to drag out a promise for too long, she mentally scrolled through her upcoming surgical schedule.

She offered him a tentative date. “This Sunday works. I should have the day off.”

“We'll figure it out then.” The light turned green, and his response was casually detached.

He motioned for her to go ahead and fell into step beside her.

They crossed the street.

Wendy had no intention of following him all the way to the parking lot.

The traffic near the hospital was a perpetual nightmare.

Not wanting to inconvenience him, she said, “It's easy for me to grab a cab back to work. You don't need to drop me off.”

“That wouldn't be right.”

Sampson gave her a sidelong glance.

“It's on my way. Get in.”

The moment he finished speaking, his phone rang.

It was a deeply ingrained habit for a doctor never to mute their phone. He pulled it out instantly.

The ringtone blared, but as he checked the caller ID, he made no move to answer.

Wendy found it odd. She tilted her head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen—Winona James.

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