Chapter 668

Vivian Laurent closed the medical chart in her hands and looked up at Ryan Fairsprene. "Fiona doesn't have many friends in Canada. You should check on her."

After work, Ryan made a detour to a florist and picked a bouquet of white baby's breath.

When Fiona Grandelle opened the door, her eyes instantly brightened. "Dr. Fairsprene?"

"I heard you were sick." Ryan handed her the flowers. "Feeling better?"

Fiona accepted the bouquet, her cheeks turning pink. "It's nothing serious. Dr. Laurent already examined me."

Ryan nodded. "Good. Since you're fine, I should—"

"Wait!" Fiona blurted out. "Have you eaten dinner?"

Ryan glanced at his watch. "Not yet."

"Then... would you like to join me?" She tightened her grip on the flower wrapping. "Dr. Laurent has surgery tonight."

The faint aroma of rice wafted from the kitchen.

Ryan rolled up his shirt sleeves. "Let me cook. Patients should eat something light."

"You can cook?" Fiona's eyes widened in surprise.

"Learned during my studies abroad." He deftly tied an apron. "Any ingredients in the fridge?"

Fiona followed closely behind him. "Dr. Fairsprene..."

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?" Her voice was barely audible.

Ryan paused while washing vegetables. "Go ahead."

"Do you... have a girlfriend now?"

The running water stopped abruptly.

"No." He turned off the tap and met Fiona's hopeful gaze.

"Then... is there someone you like?"

Ryan picked up a kitchen knife that gleamed coldly under the lights. "No one."

Fiona's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her shirt.

She suddenly remembered their first meeting—her face covered in scars. Ryan had been just as polite and distant then.

"Let me help with the chopping," she murmured.

When Ryan handed her the knife, their fingers brushed briefly. Fiona jerked her hand back as if burned, and the knife clattered onto the cutting board.

"Sorry!" She scrambled to pick it up, but Ryan stopped her.

"Careful with your hands."

Fiona looked up into his gentle eyes behind the glasses. The words she'd been rehearsing swirled on her tongue before she swallowed them back down.