Page 44 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“It’s breathtaking.” I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her tonight. I snaked my hands around the small of her back and touched the skin there. The spark flew instantly around my palms.

“Leave it to my mother to be the talk of the town for the next few weeks,” I added, returning my gaze to the glistening venue. “Now come on, let’s mingle.”

“There’s no turning back.”

“Squeeze my hands when you want to get out of here.” I hadn’t let go of her hand since we got out of the car, and I wasn’t planning to. Her palm fit perfectly in mine even though she fidgeted by stroking her thumb on the back of my palm.

She let out a deep sigh before we went deeper into the house. A few cameras were inside, and along with them came the reporters.

I knew a lot of people here. Some were family friends, but most were familiar faces. Some of the biggest names in medicine were here tonight, and even my father’s old friends had flown from different parts of the world just to attend.

Smiling at the people I recognized, I noticed the way they whispered to their friends when they spotted the beautiful goddess I was walking with. Chloe’s dress wasn’t really something one would call discreet.

For once, I didn’t care because I was sure that most of the guests here wanted to be her or exchange places with me.

I took two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and handed one to her. She took it from me and indulged herself with a sip. Sure, it wasn’t as strong as the brandy we had earlier, but it was booze nonetheless.

If Chloe was nervous tonight, she was doing an amazing job keeping her cool. She looked so confident in every stride, her dress flowing beneath her. It was like she was where she belonged, beside me, even with the glitz and glamor.

“You know those people?” She halted beside me and pointed toward the shrub backdrop by the bar. “They’re calling you.”

“They’re my co-workers. Do you want to meet them? You can say no, don’t worry.”

One of the two people Chloe was referring to was Edward Mitchell, the youngest doctor ever to have been appointed as chief at my hospital.

“No, I’d like to meet them.” With our hands still intertwined, we started walking to where they were. Among my co-workers, Wilson and Mitchell were the only ones I hung out with outside of work.

“I told you it was him,” Edward Mitchell, our resident comedian, loudly mumbled.

“I’m right here, Mitchell.”

“Oh, I know.” He smiled charmingly at us, and I heard Chloe snicker beside me. Her thumb had stopped stoking my hand, which was a good sign.

“You owe me fifty bucks,” Mitchell whispered to Lola Wilson.

“Wilson.”

“Hayes.”

“Are you going to introduce us to the pretty lady, doc?” Mitchell smirked, the little dimple on his cheek showing.

“No.”

“Boo!”

“Did you just ‘boo’ me, Mitchell? What are you twelve?” I held my chuckle inside. There was something youthful and innocent about him that I was fond of.

“I’m sorry about them. Lola Wilson,” I heard the female Cardiothoracic surgeon say to Chloe, extending a hand.

“Chloe Kennedy. Nice to meet you.”

“Are you and Ben together?” Mitchell interrupted.

“She’s spoken for,” I said, pulling Chloe towards me.

“Of course, she is. I’m Edward Mitchell, Chief of Plastics.” The plastic surgeon extended his hands to my guest, and Chloe took them with a giggle.

“Jesus Christ.” Leave it to Edward to announce to everyone his position.

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