Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

A faint frown touched Ophelia’s brow as she regarded him with distinct aloofness. “Your presence is disrupting my patient s treatment, Mr. Caldwell. I must ask you to leave.”

Alaric arched an eyebrow in mild astonishment, nearly amused by her transparent pretext. She was clearly determined to be rid of him.

“Yet you exhibited no such concerns while treating my grandpa earlier,” he observed, studying her with deliberate composure.

Her lips tightened imperceptibly at his persistence. She hadn’t anticipated he would challenge her so directly.

“Perhaps because you were there as family,” she replied, her tone laced with subtle sarcasm. “Medical protocol, you understand.”

Connor swiftly supported her position. “Medical protocols must be respected, Mr. Caldwell. I’m sure you understand.”

“I do recall the emergency surgery.” Alaric reflected, his tone conversational. “The room was far more crowded then, with mostly non-relatives present.”

Ophelia’s composure tightened visibly. ‘Is he intentionally trying to provoke me?’ she fumed.

Growing increasingly frustrated, she fixed him with a meaningful stare. “Would you prefer I state the real reason I want you to leave?”

In her proud, uncompromising demeanor, Alaric recognized the unspoken warning. She had offered him a polite fiction to preserve decorum, but if pressed, she wouldn’t hesitate to speak bluntly. Either way, her goal was to see his departure.

Her persistent resistance to his presence presented an unexpected challenge.

An unfamiliar tension settled in his chest, leaving him strangely discontented.

“Very well,” he conceded with an exaggerated sigh, surprisingly settling into a chair. “I won’t insist on seeing you home.”

Ophelia stared in frank disbelief.

“Alaric, are you genuinely incapable of recognizing when you’re unwelcome?” she demanded, her voice tight with frustration.

A faint blush of irritation colored Ophelia’s cheeks, giving her the charming appearance of a freshly bloomed rose, both enchanting and utterly captivating.

Alaric’s gaze deepened as he watched her, completely mesmerized by the vivid display of emotion.

He deliberately turned away, assuming an air of nonchalance. “If you’ll excuse me, I suddenly feel rather tired. Please do continue with Mr. Blackwell’s examination.”

Though he maintained perfect composure externally, his mind remained unsettled.

The image of Ophelia’s flushed, exquisite features lingered persistently in his thoughts, both distracting and utterly enchanting.

Ophelia took a steadying breath, forcing herself to regain professional composure.

There was something about Alaric that always managed to get under her skin, stirring within her the most uncharacteristic impulses.

Since he insisted on remaining in the room, her only recourse was to treat him as invisible and focus on completing her examination.

The sooner she finished, the sooner she could escape this vexing situation.

Noting Ophelia’s irritated expression, Connor couldn’t resist a subtle dig. “Already feeling fatigued, Mr. Caldwell?”

“Just momentarily,” Alaric replied smoothly. “You don’t mind if I rest here briefly, do you?”

“By all means,” Connor said before turning to Ophelia with a conspiratorial whisper. “You see, my dear? This is precisely why I advised against choosing a partner with less than ideal stamina.”

“Stamina?” Ophelia momentarily failed to grasp his meaning.

Connor gestured subtly toward Alaric. “Needing to rest after such minimal exertion. Hardly the mark of robust health, wouldn’t you agree?”

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Understanding dawned on Ophelia that Connor was uccidcly provoniy Alaric, and she struggled to suppress her

amusement.

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Chapter 91

Watching Alaric’s barely concealed annoyance did bring her a certain satisfaction.

“Take my advice. He’s not suitable for you. Declan would be a much better match. Youthful, vibrant, full of energy” Connor seized the opportunity to promote his grandson again.

Alaric’s expression darkened further. Connor was clearly determined to undermine him at every turn.

‘Since when did a few years’ age difference become such a liability?’ he thought indignantly.

“You’re absolutely right, Mr. Blackwell,” Alaric remarked, his tone deceptively pleasant. “Your grandson is certainly popular

on campus.

“From what I hear, he draws quite a crowd wherever he goes, constantly surrounded by admirers, with love letters arriving in such quantities they barely fit in his locker.” His backhanded compliment skillfully painted Declan as somewhat frivolous.

Connor shot him an unamused look. “If memory serves, your own university days were considerably more eventful.”

“Were they?” Alaric feigned ignorance, though his slight frown betrayed his discomfort.

“Would you like me to elaborate?” Connor pressed, clearly relishing having found Alaric’s weak spot, his expression growing increasingly triumphant.

A roguish smile touched Alaric’s lips as he turned to Ophelia with artfully crafted concern. “You see what I’m up against, Ophelia?

“Mr. Blackwell just confirmed I was even more popular than Declan. You’ll have to protect me from all those admirers.”

His sudden theatrical performance left Ophelia momentarily stunned.

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