The Enchanting Doctor With a Bite novel Chapter 24

"Celia, I have to go. We'll talk later!" Kylie hurriedly hung up the phone.

A knock sounded at the door just then. "Ms. Clark?"

When she heard Jim's voice, she let out a small breath of relief and wiped her face. Her palm was damp. She grabbed a couple of tissues, quickly dried her tears, and composed herself before opening the door.

"Jim, is something wrong?"

"Mr. Vance had these sent over for you," Jim said as he stepped inside. A few maids followed him, carrying several sets of the latest season's designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. In no time, the wardrobe was filled to the brim.

After the maids finished arranging everything, Jim dismissed them and then turned to Kylie with a hesitant look.

She noticed. "Jim, if you have something to say, just say it."

"Ms. Clark, Mr. Vance is thoughtful when it comes to you. He noticed you didn't have many clothes and immediately sent all these over. If you take a step, he'll take one, too—that's how a marriage lasts."

Jim's gaze then shifted to the pile of clothes still on the floor—ones she hadn't had a chance to sort through. "I'll put these away for you before Mr. Vance gets upset."

"Throw them out!" A cold voice rang out. Standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom, Samuel held a lit cigarette between his fingers as he ordered, leaving no room for negotiation.

Jim hesitated, glancing at Kylie for direction. She lowered her reddened eyes, which were weary from crying, and spoke softly, "Jim, just get rid of them."

Neither Jim nor the maids dared to breathe too loudly as they quickly gathered up the clothes Owen had bought for her and hurried out of the room.

There were only two of them in the room now. The space fell into silence, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Kylie."

She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and leaned in so close that their lips were nearly touching. Her tone was teasing.

"I haven't even tasted what's on the plate yet. If anything, you could say I'm just sitting on the toilet, not doing anything."

Sitting on the toilet, not doing anything? She was calling him the toilet.

A dangerous glint flashed through his eyes as he stared at her coldly, so this was how she truly was. Gone was the gentle, demure act. She finally revealed her true colors.

The woman he was about to marry wasn't a docile kitten. She was far from it—she was wild and crude.

His brows furrowed slightly. He couldn't be bothered to argue over words, so instead, he simply studied her face.

Even without makeup, her delicate features stood out. Her lashes trembled ever so slightly, making her look almost… enchanting.