CHAPTER 19
APRIL
“You’re looking different today. A great difference from the last time I saw you,” Rowan pointed out as soon as I stepped into his house. He’d been sitting on the couch with his hands crossed and when our eyes met, all he did was stare at me from my head to my toe as if it was his first time seeing me. He scrutinized me for more than a minute before eventually talking.
At first he started with something great but now, I don’t just know.
“You’ve always been little but this new look explains more about your cute side. It would have been better if you’d dyed your whole hair white instead of just the front side, that’ll have made you look more like a cute. Anyways, even without that, your cute gown complements and the word written on it describes you perfectly. Kitty.” He lifted his brows and a smirk appeared on his lips before continuing, “Hmm, I love the sound of that. I think Kitty fits you so well,” he completed and I looked down at the blue kitten strappy back dress I was putting on.
It was one of the clothes I wore in college that still existed in my wardrobe, not like my size changed from then but I had to throw out some clothes just to prove to myself that I’ve moved forward in life even though my body and height still remained the same.
“Do you still feel any pain?” I inquired ignoring his comment on my dress and hairstyle. Joann had convinced me to change my hairstyle yesterday and I felt good about it and even though Rowan’s comment sounded a bit off, it still felt nice to have someone notice your change in appearance and compliment you stylishly.
“Yeah, the pain killers worked. Are you really bent on keeping everything professional, Kitty?” He teased as I walked up to him.
“My name is April or you can just address me as Dr. Sheldon,” I told him and he gave a mocking chuckle. Was he looking down on me or he thinks the job doesn’t befit me?
“I think Kitty suits you better. I don’t want us being professional, it’ll kill the fun and I won’t be able to tease you.”
“Why would you enjoy teasing me?”
“You’re cute, small and tiny. I’m sure you stopped growing in middle school and your expressions when I tease you, your response and everything warms my heart,” he replied and I sighed.
“We’ll be doing massages today.” I changed the topic and he raised his brows.
“I see what you’re trying to do but anyway, we’ll face today’s job first. I mean you can’t earn your pay if you don’t work for it,” he stated and I resisted the urge to glare at him. Must he remind me that he was at the upper hand here?
“Can you sprawl on the couch?” I asked and he glanced at me before doing as told. I went on my knees beside him and placed my hand on his bare legs, it wasn’t entirely bare since he still had casts on both legs.
Seeing his legs, the memory of that terrible day came flashing before me. The way he’d lost balance and tumbled from the stage to the main floor had deeply resulted in his broken leg, the bullets did play a role though.
“Are you admiring my leg or you’re thinking about something else?” His arrogant voice brought me out of my thoughts and I cleared my throat before proceeding with the little pull.
“You hands are so warm,” he uttered and I spared him a glance without saying anything. He didn’t say anything after that and I started the massage while he focused on what I was doing without making any sound. Normally, a lot of people that have undergone physical therapy always made small sounds but for him, it was as if he was enjoying the whole process.
“I wonder what those hands can do,” he broke the ice a few minutes later when I got on my feet and I creased my brows. Was his mind somewhere else while I was working?
“Are you trying to flirt with me?” I questioned.
“You must be so glad I’m doing that.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Stop being so cocky. Quit it, you’re not my type.”
He widened his eyes.
“Then you must be blind. I now understand why you have bad taste in men,” he retorted and I scrunched my brows.
“And how do you know my taste?”
A mischievous smile appeared on his face before he replied, “The day you crashed in my place, you were hugging your phone so tightly and when I succeeded in removing it, I realised you were clutching the picture of one ugly guy.”
I fluttered my lashes in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. How did our doctor-patient relationship become this way?
“It’s obvious you guys ended things. You shouldn’t date ugly people that don’t know your worth at all.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are we done for the day? It’s an hour session, how come you’re done in just twenty-one minutes?” He changed the topic and I looked away from him while running my hand through my hair.
“We are not done yet,” I turned back to him after putting the embarrassment behind me, at least I was over Ray so it shouldn’t be something to be ashamed of.
“What would you like for breakfast sir?” His maid popped out of nowhere and I took a glance at the woman.
“What did you have this morning, Kitty?” Rowan directed the question at me but I ignored him. My stomach chose that moment to remind me that I haven’t had anything that morning since it was still so early and I won’t be resuming work until afternoon so breakfast wasn’t in my thoughts yet.
“Seems like you haven’t eaten yet.” He looked away from me and turned to his maid.
“I’ll just go with sandwich. Kitty, do you care for sandwich?”
“I’m not interested.” Why does he keep acting like we’re friends? Is he delusional or something? Did the shooting affect his brain? Or has he forgotten that we only met recently and I’m just his physical therapist.
“Are you sure?”
“Can we just focus on what I’m hear for? I’m your doctor and you’re my patient, okay?” I reminded him by laying emphasis on the last statement but he only chuckled.
Why does he gain pleasure in annoying me? I thought wealthy guys were meant to be cold and unfriendly, how come he’s so different?