The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 10

''Rock climbing accident. Scraped his leg,'' The doctor replies before finishing the last couple of stitches. ''Could've been worse but luckily, just a slight tear. You're good,'' She adds as she stands up, walking away towards the other patients.

Both Noah and I look at each other, realising that there's an unfamiliar figure standing beside him before excusing himself as soon as he realises the tension building.

''I didn't expect to see you here,'' He starts to speak, wincing in pain as he tries to move his leg before letting out a deep breath.

''I work here,'' I reply.

''Still, I didn't expect to see you—especially in a situation like this.'' He groans but he manages to sit properly, ''It's still nice to see you, Kenna. It has been awhile,'' He adds.

Noah and I met in a restaurant during a clumsy incident. I spilled drink on his shirt when he was walking pass my table, then it all began with the whole embarrassment which ended up being something blissful for once.

We dated for a year and a half.

''It's nice to see you too. Looks like you're into rock climbing, now?'' I ask, gesturing to the injury and he starts to chuckle, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair—moving his neck length hair towards the back.

''What do you expect? I needed something to clear my mind from you,'' He replies, spontaneously which leaves me speechless. ''At least I have something to do other than working because it seems to me . . . you're still here,'' He adds, causing me to smirk.

''Well, this is home.'' I reply sarcastically before shoving both of my hands into my white coat before hearing him chuckling, louder. He seems to be enjoying our sarcastic responds by the way he's currently looking at me with a small smile plastered onto his face.

Our relationship was perfect, people would always tell how we were match made in heaven and I've never once disagreed. He's beautiful with his hazel eyes and both sided dimples, anyone would fall for him in an instant just like how I did when we first met.

Actually, he was the perfect boyfriend. People were envious and jealous of me because I had someone like him to go home to—yet, I was never there for him. It would always be him who was there for me . . . during my worse or even my best.

''You look great,'' He says as he looks into my eyes, ''As you have always been.''

I smile, ''I'm glad you didn't turn into a slob when I left,'' I respond which causes him to chuckle again before trying to stand up—in which I help by slowly placing my hand around his waist and the other on the side of his stomach.

He winces in pain, ''I shouldn't have went rock climbing during a headache. Should've remembered your advices,'' He mutters under his breath but loud enough for me to hear, leaving me scoffing and letting go of his waist as soon as we've made towards his friend.

Both of his eyes are focusing onto my face as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear which causes him to glance at my hand—quickly making me realise about the ring on my left hand. Noah clenches his jaw for a few seconds before smiling at me, ''Congratulations,''

I drop my hand immediately, ''It's not like that.''

''What is like, then? You're engaged, Kenna. There's no other way telling it but by the ring on your finger,'' He replies, trying to avoid making any further eye contact with me, ''I'm happy for you and I'm glad that you've found someone to be left alone at home,'' He adds.

The last few words left quite an impact in me. Like I said, he has always been the one to understand more and because of that . . . he was too perfect for me. I'm the exact opposite from him and I didn't want to hurt him more than I already had.

''You know why I ended us,'' I mutter.