Page 10 of My Heart's Doctor
I wasn’t being very fair to either Alba or Dr. Dulcet, but I didn’t want my daughter to become so attached to her, nor did I want to run into her again.
When we got home, we had dinner and I took several photos of her in her princess costume because she looked precious. Aurora laughed and twirled around the living room. She was as happy as I hadn’t seen her in a long time. The problem arose when Alba tried to put her pajamas on and there was no way to get her to take off the dress.
“Don’t worry, Alba. I don’t think we can win this battle. Wait until she falls asleep and then take it off,” I suggested, because the little boss wasn’t going to give up her princesshood.
“Very well, sir.”
I gave my daughter a goodnight kiss and left her bedroom, planning to have a glass of whiskey in my study, the only place in the house where I found a bit of peace. When I sat down in the armchair and took a good sip of the drink, those hypnotic and wonderful gray eyes came back to my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about that woman.
A noise caught my attention, but I couldn't figure out what it was or where it was coming from. After several minutes, I realized it was a ringtone from a phone, but not mine. That'swhen I remembered I had her phone, and I went to my briefcase to get it. The screen lit up again with an incoming call and the nameSylviaappeared on it. I left it on the desk while I observed it. It stopped ringing. It was a phone without any photos, but perhaps it was her work phone and that's why she hadn't put anything personal on it. But if it was her work phone, she would surely need it because they might call her for an emergency.
Don’t even think about it, you bastard!I told myself.
But ignoring my own advice, I took my phone and asked my assistant to get me Dr. Devon Dulcet’s address. With her usual discretion, she assured me she wouldn’t take long to get the information. While I waited for her response, my anxiety grew exponentially. The most sensible thing would be to leave things as they were and ask one of my employees to take it to the clinic. Her phone rang again, but the number wasn’t saved as a contact because no name appeared.
A few minutes later, I had the doctor’s address written down and was heading to my car to return her phone.
Just for that?my conscience asked, but I went ahead with my plans and decided not to listen to it.
When I arrived at her building, I was tempted to drive past and forget about everything, but I had already come this far, and I never backed down from anything. I pressed the doorbell several times and waited. It was very late, so she was probably sleeping or... When that thought came to mind, I realized what I was doing was crazy. I was turning to leave when I heard her voice and, like a complete idiot, I approached the doorbell again.
“Who is it?”
“Is this Dr. Dulcet?” I asked, although I was certain it was her voice.
She took a few seconds to answer me.
“Yes, it is. Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m William Cavaller.”
“Who?” she asked, and the fact that she didn’t remember me disappointed me a little, and without realizing it, I let out a snort that I suppose she heard.
“Aurora Cavaller’s father, the little girl you examined in the emergency room today. I’m at your building door because I came to bring you your phone. Can you come down so I can give it to you and go back home?” I said, aware that I wasn’t being nice, but my male ego had definitely been wounded.
“I appreciate you taking the trouble. Give me a few minutes because I’m in my nightgown and need to change,” she said, but something made me want to see her dressed as she was and to learn a bit more about her life. So...
“I can’t waste any more time, let me in and I’ll bring it up to you.”
I know, I was a real bastard, but I didn’t want her to realize that my visit was to see her again, because that was the reality. While I rode up in the elevator, I felt uneasy, but I had no reason to be—I would give her the phone, leave, and stop with this nonsense. I got off the elevator, found her door, and knocked.
When she opened the door and I saw her in a robe, barefoot, with her hair down, my heart hesitated to keep beating. I couldn’t help looking her up and down shamelessly. I noticed she was looking at me in surprise, so I stretched out my arm and handed her the phone, but I couldn’t avoid continuing to speak to her in an authoritative manner.
“Your phone hasn’t stopped ringing.”
“I’m sorry. When I noticed Aurora had taken it, it was already too late.”
“I don’t allow my daughter to use them because...”
“Aurora was crying heartbreakingly, and it occurred to me to show her those cartoons to calm her down. I should clarify that Mrs. Alba warned me about your decision, but it was my choice to let her have it because the little one had calmed down, and that allowed me to examine her,” she stated, interrupting my comment.
I liked that she took responsibility and defended Alba; that also spoke well of her, but what she said next left me stunned:
“You said you were in a hurry, so I won’t take up any more of your valuable time. Thank you for bringing it.” She tried to close the door, but something took over me, and I put my arm against the door to prevent her.
Evidently, this woman was trampling all over my already wounded ego.
“Are you kicking me out?” I asked, looking at her seriously.
