Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

“Watch your back,” Ella urged, her voice laced with concern. “I’ll start digging into that person as soon as I’m back.” “Relax. I can handle this,” Ophelia responded with unshakable composure.

Recognizing Ophelia’s capability, Ella let the matter rest.

As their meeting concluded, the two women exited the café and prepared to head toward the company.

They had barely stepped onto the sidewalk when a Rolls-Royce glided to a halt directly in their path.

With an almost imperceptible glance from Ophelia, Ella immediately understood the cue.

She smoothly hailed a passing taxi and departed without a backward glance, maintaining the perfect facade of two strangers who had coincidentally left the café at the same time.

The tinted window descended, revealing Alaric’s sharp features and a smirk playing on his lips. “Ophelia. What a pleasant coincidence.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, masking her surprise behind a neutral tone.

“Looking for you, naturally,” he replied, as though it were the most obvious answer. “I stopped by your university first, but you’d already left. It didn’t take much to find you here instead.”

Ophelia’s eyes narrowed slightly. She wondered, ‘He went to my campus? And then tracked me here? Is he having me followed?’

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice cool and edged with clear displeasure at his intrusive methods.

“Get in. We can talk inside,” Alaric said, holding the car door open.

Ophelia stood firm, her voice crisp. “Whatever you have to say can be said right here.”

After a brief pause, Alaric nodded. “If you insist.”

Then, to her complete astonishment, he stepped out of the vehicle and began removing his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Ophelia demanded, her tone sharp with disbelief.

‘Is he actually undressing on the sidewalk?’ she thought.

“I need you to check my injuries, of course,” he stated, as if this were a perfectly reasonable explanation.

After her single visit to his company, she had disappeared entirely, sending nothing but a formal thank-you note through her butler, a clear attempt to sever ties.

If she wouldn’t come to him, he had decided to bring the situation to her.

“We’re in public,” Ophelia bit out, her jaw tight.

“You refused to get in the car. This was my only option,” he replied, his voice layered with feigned innocence.

Her temples throbbed with the effort to keep her composure. The urge to wipe that smug look off his face was nearly overwhelming.

“Your most serious injuries were on your arms,” she said coldly. “You could have simply rolled up your sleeves.”

“This allows for a more thorough examination,” he countered, completely unfazed.

“Get in the car,” she finally snapped, defeated.

He might not care about causing a scene, but she certainly did.

There was no doubt in her mind that this was deliberate manipulation.

A trace of victory flickered in Alaric’s eyes as he moved aside. “After you, Dr. Rowle.”

She slid into the leather interior, placing her bag beside her. “Roll up your sleeve,” she ordered, her chin lifted in defiance. By her calculations, his wounds should have healed by now. Her ointment was potent enough to prevent scarring with continued use.

Since he had gone to such lengths, she would give him his examination.

“Of course,” Alaric complied, smoothly pushing up the fabric.

Ophelia studied the nearly healed skin with clin Successfully unlocked!s have improved significantly, Mr. Caldwell. My

services are no longer required.”

“I’m aware,” he acknowledged calmly, adjusting his sleeve back into place.

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Chapter 89

“Then why this performance?” she asked, her irritation flaring

‘Is he just trying to provoke me?’ she thought.

“Having you verify my recovery personally puts my mind at ease,” he replied, utterly unruffled and visibly pleased with himself.

Ophelia stared at his infuriatingly smug expression, her hands curling slightly at her sides.

Watching her glare sharpen into daggers, Alaric felt a spark of amusement. It seemed the cool and collected doctor had quite the temper after all.

“Since I’m fully healed, let me take you to lunch to thank you for your treatment,” Alaric offered, his tone now earnest.

He’d learned his lesson. Further teasing might cost him this fragile connection.

“The best gratitude you could show would be to stop appearing in my life uninvited,” Ophelia retorted, her words sharp enough to make him wince.

A faint smile touched his lips. She never bothered softening her disdain for him.

“It’s lunchtime anyway. We both need to eat,” he persisted, his voice unconsciously softening.

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