My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 89

The second Winona left, Sophie ran over in a panic to report that two elderly men were screaming at each other in the ward.

It was over a snoring dispute.

Both men had just received stents on Friday.

The man by the door was furious, claiming the other man's snoring kept him up all night.

The snoring man fired back, saying the guy by the door watched videos on his phone so loudly that he couldn't nap during the day, which was why he was so exhausted and snoring at night.

The hospital was already a stressful environment, and the minor disagreement had instantly escalated into a full-blown screaming match.

By the end of it, one had a heart rate of 170, and the other's blood pressure spiked to 170.

Given they were both fresh out of surgery, Wendy had no choice but to hook them up to monitors before playing mediator.

The ordeal dragged on well into the evening.

Since Dr. Sullivan was currently occupying the Chief Resident's on-call room, Wendy couldn't rest there, so she found a quiet corner in the stairwell to sit down.

Sampson had texted her around noon.

She typed a quick reply: [Just finished up.]

Sampson initiated a video call.

The stairwell was echoing and empty, and the sudden chime made Wendy jump yet again.

She answered.

Sampson was clearly at a restaurant.

Conferences always ended with these obligatory networking dinners.

Wendy asked, "You have a dinner event tonight?"

Sampson was dressed casually, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing the sharp line of his collarbone.

"Yeah, the city officials are hosting. The directors from our hospital and Austen General are all here."

Wendy nodded. She could tell Sampson had had a bit to drink.

His neck was slightly flushed.

Without thinking, she asked, "You didn't drink too much, did you?"

Sampson's lips curved into a smile, his chest rising and falling to cause a slight shift in the fabric of his shirt. "I can handle my liquor."

It was blatantly obvious who between the two of them actually couldn't.

Wendy held her breath in embarrassment.

She still wasn't used to communicating face-to-face through a camera like this. She bit her lip and said softly, "Actually, if you're busy... you don't have to video call me."

Sampson noticed her discomfort. "Texting takes too long."

His deep voice, filtered through the phone's speaker, carried a rough, magnetic texture that was undeniably sexy.

Wendy unconsciously rubbed her earlobe.

She didn't reply.

Sampson tilted his head, glancing just off-camera. "Are you in a stairwell?"

Wendy looked over her shoulder and nodded. "I didn't want to go to the on-call room."

Sampson suggested, "My office has a daybed. Why don't you go rest there?"

Doctors didn't exactly get to rest when coming off a night shift.

Tomorrow was Monday, the workload would be brutal, and she needed whatever sleep she could get.

But sneaking into the cardiothoracic surgery department to sleep in his office? Absolutely not!!!

Wendy shook her head. "No need, I can just rest my head on my desk and sleep."

"Besides, Dr. Sullivan just called and said he'll be back tomorrow, so I'll be able to go home tomorrow night."

At the mention of 'home', Sampson's eyes darkened slightly.

"Alright."

"Then good luck tonight, Dr. Gates."

"Thanks." Wendy nodded.

After that, she didn't know what else to say.

She waited for Sampson to end the call.

Sampson didn't speak. He just stared at her through the screen.

His predatory gaze felt like an X-ray, stripping away any attempt to hide her thoughts.

Feeling exposed, Wendy turned her head slightly.

Only then did Sampson finally smile and nod. "Alright."

"I have meetings all day tomorrow, so texting won't be easy. Call me when you get home tomorrow night."

"...You really don't have to call me every single night."

Wendy wanted to clarify that she wasn't the type to demand constant check-ins.

When she had originally decided to marry another doctor, it was precisely because a colleague would understand the grueling hours.

If he was genuinely busy, there was no reason to sacrifice his limited rest time just for a call.

After she spoke, the line fell silent for a few seconds.

On the screen, Sampson leaned against a window, the city lights sparkling behind him.

His eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky.

He just stared at her.

Wendy looked up, feeling as though she had crashed straight into the depths of his intense gaze.

Sampson furrowed his brows slightly. "You don't like video calls?"

Wendy gave him an honest answer. "It just feels a lot less stressful to text."

Through the screen, Sampson let out a low, breathy laugh.

His lips curved into a smirk. "Then you'd better get used to it."

"Because I have absolutely no intention of being in a long-distance marriage."

Wendy had no idea how to respond.

Sampson didn't leave her any room to refuse. "So you'll just have to deal with it, Dr. Gates. Start by getting used to video calling me every day."

"Otherwise, you'll never get used to doing things that are far more intimate."