Chapter 81
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“You are being paranoid.” Cam objected to Fiona’s demand for a thorough background check on
Cillian Omale.
There was nothing like a ‘good guy’ and that was what he was. She needed to trust more than her
senses. She wanted to know what it was about him that made her feel good; she couldn’t be left
vulnerable. All stone had to be turned.
“I am not being paranoid, Cam; even Peter said it’s weird that he’s friendly to every staff member at
the hospital; thest CEO was a mean bas ta rd.”
“Why am I involved in this?” Peter, who had sat quietly since thirty minutes of arrival, asked.
“Because he is your boss, and I would like to believe that he has been your boss for a while now.”
“One year and two weeks, to be precise.” He answered. “Can I go now?” He tried to get up, but Cam
pulled him, so he sat back down.
“Why did hee to the engagement party?”
Peter shrugged. “He found out about it and said he had nothing going on and wanted toe. He was
my boss, and he was nice; I couldn’t say no.”
“You are looking for faults and problems where there are none.” Cam groaned. “Do you want Cillian
to be a mean ba st ard?”
She liked that he was charming and said the nice things, “No, but-”
“No buts!” Cam rose from beside Peter and stepped over to her. “It’s less than thirty minutes before
this man arrives to pick you up, and you are not yet dressed because you are afraid.”
“It’s just been two months since then.” She replied. She didn’t think it was enough time to move on yet.
“You said it yourself; Julian already has a mistress. He has already moved on. So why should you have
to wait and not live your life the best way you can?” she said and turned to Peter, “Support me here.”
He nodded. “Yes. What she said.”
“It is just one drink, and it was your idea. If you don’t like him afterward, you can tell him no. The least
you can do is honour your word and not waste the man’s time and effort. Take the advice you gave me
three years ago; you deserve love.”
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“You deserve love,” Peter repeated, and it was hard to tell if he meant it or if he was just supporting his
fiancée, like she asked.
It took an extra ten minutes after Cillian had already arrived for her toe out, but he waited outside
beside his car.
“I am sorry I kept you waiting.”
“You were rethinking your decision toe out with me.” He said, and his assumptions were
“How did you know?”
“You will not be the first. I told you, I have had terrible experiences. I rub people off the wrong way. And
it can be a scary feeling. I have had women change their minds at thest minute, and others stand me
up. There is something about me that chases women away. So, I would have understood if you called it
off.”
She felt bad for him; everyone deserved to be given a chance.
For someone who seemed to have a lot of power in his ce of work, that didn’t work to get him a
partner.
“Well, I didn’t change my mind, even though I wanted to,” she mumbled thest part to
herself.
“And I appreciate that you took the chance on me.” He said, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
“You look absolutely gorgeous.”
Hispliment made her stomach flutter, and she moved her eyes from his to the Bentley he stood
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beside. The full moon was two weeks away, and it had to be the reason why her b*dy reacted this way.
“Thank you,” she replied, taking another look at what she had on. It was a simple sundress and a pair
of sandals, which matched the peach hair tie she had around her hair. There was nothing absolutely
gorgeous about it, but it was his opinion. And it affected her greatly.
“Shall we leave?”
He nodded and opened the door for her to get in. “Yes, we shall.”
He drove them to the Chanzis restaurant down south, which only sold drinks. He had kept her
suggestion in mind. She wanted them to go for a drink, and that was what he nned for.
She made her order, a bottle of red wine, and when the waitress asked what he wanted, he told her he
wanted a ss of sparkling water,
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The waitress took her leave, and Fiona noticed Cillian’s gaze on her. “Is there something on my face, or
are you just fascinated by it?” She asked, and thest part was her attempt at being funny.
“I am fascinated by you.”
That was weird: “You do not want a girl to get up and leave; there are some things you will keep to
yourself.” She answered.
“Was that offensive?” he asked, and his eyes were already wide and apologetic.
“Not offensive, but ites off creepy, since you barely know me.” She answered.
“You are right; I do not know Fiona Lawrence, the woman, but I know Fiona Laurence, the brilliant
scientist who led her team in the discovery of the cure for cancer.” He said and pushed his sses
against his face.
When he said it like that, it was less creepy.
It also told her he knew her work, he had to, he ran a hospital, and he had to be madly intelligent to get
to such a position at such a young age.
The waiter arrived with their order and set it before them, and she took her leave. “Well to that, I say,
thank you.”
He shook his head, reached for the already-opened bottle of wine, and poured it into her ss. “There
is nothing to thank me for. I spoke the truth.”
She wrapped her hands around her ss of wine and took a sip, remaining silent.
“Peter told me you began running the hospital a year ago.” She said, taking up the conversation in
another direction.
He nodded. “Yes, my father was getting old, and he called me and asked if I wanted to run the hospital,
and I said yes,” He replied.
“Is that how it works?” Having worked in the hospital and known how the governing b*dy operated, she
knew he was either lying or leaving out a lot of other details.
“No,” he said,ughing a little, and that made herugh in relief. “That was an obvious joke, but it
seems I need to do better.” He wrapped his hand around his ss of water and took it to his mouth for
a sip.
He put the ss of water down and tried again. “The truth is, I seduced the entire board of directors
with my good looks and charms, and they had no choice but to make me
the CEO
His second attempt made his first out to be much more believable.
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She giggled and yed along. “You have good looks and charms.”
His eyes widened. “See? Even you can see it.”
“Yes.”
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“Well, good looks and charms can only get you so far as a man. I did my residency at the hospital
fifteen years ago before leaving seven years ago for the Nethends. I left to help my father start up
and run another in his hometown. It had always been his dream, and so I abandoned everything here
and moved there. Six yearster, we switched ces; he left for the Nethends while I took over here.
The board members voted in agreement when they saw my hard work and achievement, and that is
the truth.”
She believed this over thest two. “Your father must be very proud.”
He shrugged. “He has his days.” He entwined his hands on the table and rested his gaze on her. “What
about you? What other scientific breakthroughs have you embarked on in thest year? You pulled
cancer off so well, so you can be sure other health practitioners are looking for the next big thing.” His
eyes of curiosity danced all over
her.
She stayed silent.
“You cannot say.” He said it and smiled.
“I am married.” She dropped a truth she knew would save her from a few questions.
Cillian’s eyes narrowed at her, and she knew he thought she was joking. After a few seconds went by
and she didn’t take back her words, he realised that was the truth.
The table became quiet.
Fiona realised that in her attempt to save herself from giving away too much information than was
necessary, she might have ruined what would have been a good night.
“I would have preferred it if you stood me up.” He spoke after a minute of silence went by.
“Cillian…” she tried to speak, but he shook his head.
“There was no ring on your finger, and so I didn’t think there was,” he said, clearing his throat and
adjusting his sses. “You should have told me at the engagement party or at the hospital. You didn’t
have to bring me here to tell me. That is cruel, and you don’t seem cruel.” His voice was barely holding
it together, and he struggled with every sentence he made.
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“I am sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.” He said this and nced up at her with a wounded look on his face.
“We had issues-my husband and I. And I don’t think we will ever get back together.” She exined
what she felt he deserved to know. “I am still married, but we are never getting back together.” It was
the easiest way to tell the truth. This way, she didn’t over- share or have to lie.
Once again, the table grew quiet.
He reached over the side of the table and squeezed down on her hand, and the wounded look he had
on his face lingered. “I am sorry. I do not know the pain of losing the one you once loved.”
Once loved was the wrong way to put it because she was still in love with Julian despite everything.
“Hopefully someday you look back on everything with a smile.”
His words made her feel so much better.
She lifted the ss up and tilted it towards him, saying, “To the future.”
He smiled and held his ss up as well. “To the future.”