Chapter 80


    The preparation for the wedding began immediately after the sess of the engagement. The wedding


    was two months away, and though it looked far away, it wasn’t. It had been two weeks since the


    preparation began, and that left them with six weeks more.


    Being the maid of honour, Fiona retired to bed most days exhausted, and the only thing on her mind


    was sleep. She also woke up knowing there was a lot before her, so there was no time to wander


    around with her thoughts.


    “I have a favour to ask you.” Cam said this over the phone as Fiona stepped back into the apartment


    and shut the door.


    “What is it?” she asked, and when Cam hesitated, she grew curious. “Spit it out, girl. I do not have all


    day.”


    “I promised Peter lunch, and I just realised I didn’t take it with me to work. It is probably still on the


    kitchen counter, and there is no way I could branch and drop it for him, and he is probably waiting for it.


    Can you…?”


    She didn’t let her finish before moving to the kitchen. “I am on it.”


    “You are a lifesaver, Fiona, and I love you.”


    Fiona found herself beaming at thepliment: “I know.” She replied cheekily. “I have found the lunch


    box.”


    “Oh, great! I will send you the address.” She said.


    Fiona’s brow furrowed. “Peter used to be my colleague, remember? Or did he change workces?”


    There was a pause on Cam’s end, and she knew she was thinking. “He didn’t; sorry, I totally forgot.


    Call him when you get there; he wille pick it up.”


    She nodded. “Yes. I will do that. Later.” She said that and ended the call.


    Fiona arrived at the hospital twenty-seven minutester, got out of the taxi, paid, and then headed in.


    She made her way up the stairs where the residents were, and since Peter was a fourth-year resident,


    she knew she would meet him there. It would have been the same for her if she hadn’t left for the


    werewolf world, but she left for a reason.


    She sighed. She just ruined the little wonderful moment she had.


    She dialled Peter’s number after pulling out her phone. He didn’t pick at first, so she did again, and this


    time he picked.


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    “Hello, Fiona.”


    “You still have my number, good. I thought you wouldn’t.”


    “Why wouldn’t I?”


    “Nothing. I am here at the hospital.”


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    “What? Why? Did something happen to you?” He asked, already sounding worried.


    “No, calm your horses, sir. I brought you lunch; Cam forgot to grab it and asked me to bring it.” She


    told him.


    “Oh,” he said, and the worry his tone held seconds ago was gone. “Give me five minutes.” He said that


    and hung up.


    Sure, she had five minutes to give; there was no ce she would rather be, certainly not in bed resting.


    She prayed she would not run into Dr. Victor Yang while she waited. He was a thorn in her flesh three


    years ago, and leopards do not change their spots.


    She slipped her phone into her pocket when she heard her name from behind, and the voice that just


    called her sounded familiar.


    “Fiona Lawrence.”


    She turned around immediately, and she saw Cillian Omale standing behind her in a navy blue long


    sleeve tucked into his ck trousers. His sses sat proudly on his nose giving him that dorky look.


    His piercing blue eyes locked on hers, and it seemed they were reading into her very soul. His face,


    unlike at the engagement party, had a clean sh ave, and that made his face bolder and more


    intimidating, which struck her as strange.


    “Cillian Omale.”


    “You remember my name,” he said, and there was a cheeky smile on his lips.


    “You made an unforgettable first impression. It is hard to forget such.” She revealed.


    His eyes


    flickered with emotion, and they looked away from her. “Oh, here we go again with thepliment. You


    know your way into a man’s heart, don’t you?”


    That wasn’t true, or she would still be with her mate, but he didn’t have to know that.


    “What are you doing here? Did youe to pay a visit to someone?” she asked instead of answering


    his question.


    Was someone waiting for him? He couldn’t just be here without a reason. Perhaps his


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    wife? Because someone as smooth as he was would not suffer while searching for a mate or someone


    to love.


    Yes, he moaned andined about how he wasn’t good enough, but those eyes held


    mysteriousness in them, and she couldn’t trust them.


    He opened his mouth to speak when Peter arrived, speaking even before he reached where she stood.


    “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I had to attend to the patient, and I needed to finish with her


    before leaving.”


    She turned to him and shook her head. “No, it is fine. Here is your lunch. Don’t forget to call Cam and


    tell her you got it.”


    Peter smiled widely. “I will do just that, Fiona.” Then his eyes moved to rest on Cillian standing behind


    her, and his eyes narrowed a little.


    “Dr Omale. I didn’t know you came in today.” He said, and he seemed to ord Cillian the respect one


    would give a boss. And that cancelled her initial thought that he hade to visit someone.


    “I didn’t know I would, but here I am,” He replied and smiled a little.


    Peter shook his head. “I am sorry I should introduce you. This is Fiona Lawrence, my fiancée’s best


    friend, and Fiona, this is Cillian Omale; he is the CEO of the hospital, and I do not know if I should


    consider him my friend or my foe.”


    “We already met.” Fiona answered, and this made Peter even more confused. But before she could


    speak to rify his confusion, Cillian did.


    “We met at your engagement party two weeks ago. We were each other’spany for more than ten


    minutes.”


    Peter nodded in understanding. “Oh, well, that is surprisingly nice. I have to go; some of us do not have


    the luxury of exceeding our lunch time at the hospital yet.” He said that, smiled at Fiona, and left.


    With Peter gone, Fiona turned her fun attention to Cillian and said, “Well, you didn’t tell me; you were


    the CEO of the hospital.”


    “You didn’t tell me you made headlines with the WHO a year ago for discovering the cure for cancer.”


    He counter-argued and pushed his sses up his face.


    Fine, they both didn’t tell each other enough information about themselves, and he wasn’t the only


    guilty one.


    “It wasn’t important.” She answered.


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    “So was my status as CEO of the hospital Peter worked in,” he yed along.


    She felt like it mattered to her; a part of her felt her case and his differed. “I would say they are


    different. You came to me, going about how women didn’t give you the time of day because of the way


    you looked when all the while you were not even horrible looking.”


    “All that doesn’t matter when you do not get the attention of the one you really want.” He said, and she


    had to agree with him on that. There will always be something money can’t buy.


    “You are the CEO of the biggest hospital in the state and the third biggest in the country.” His status


    should give him some form of leverage.


    “So does being CEO increase my chances with you?” He raised a brow.


    She opened her mouth to speak, but she pressed it together to think about what he just said slowly.


    She realised she didn’t have the answer to his question. He was asking her out, and she knew


    whatever she said, if done in a hurry, would be something she would regret.


    “I can’t,” she said in a small voice.


    He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, safe even, and her senses weren’t ring off with warning


    signals yet. However, she couldn’t go out with him; that would mean setting herself up for downfall. She


    had a lot of baggage she had yet to deal with.


    She needed to heal first.


    “I understand,” he said with a smile, but there was a flicker of the pain of rejection in his eyes. He


    stretched his hand out to her for a shake, and she took it.


    Just like the first time, she felt warmth, which provided a sense offort for her being, and she


    couldn’t understand what was happening or even exin it.


    “It was so nice meeting you once again, and you look amazing.” He said and released her hand, and


    she immediately felt cold grip her at the loss.


    She could not exin it, but a part of her felt it would be a mistake to let this man go.


    He walked on, and she turned to him and said, “Just one drink.”


    He halted and turned to her immediately, and there was a wide beam on his face. She had never seen


    anyone that excited to go out for a drink with her before.


    “That is all I ask.”


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