Chris Langford
It's been a week since I was discharged from the hospital. I let my dad know about the attack and he straight away sent people to investigate. My mom was constantly on my head; eat this, do this, don't do that and etc etc. I knew she was scared but I was doing just fine. My idiot best friend made sure I don't even move a muscle uselessly for the time I was in hospital or being in 'acute' stage-according to him.
Hailey on the other hand, stayed with me the entire time she could. She even called it a leave the first day I was at home after hospital.
Thankfully she and Nick managed to convince my mom that they'll take care of me so my parents don't need to stress themselves out for which I was thankful as fuck.
I clearly remember Hailey trying to speak in a stern voice about how I am not supposed to leave the house for 2 weeks, keep on resting, slighter movements and healthy food plus medications on regular time.
Ladies and gentlemen that wasn't your soft and angelic Hailey that sometimes goes shy as fuck, that was Dr.Hailey. I never thought she can go this much of bold, maybe if I get to know her more and better.
God help me as my mind was playing stupid games because the brain cells were all going lovey-dovey, giving each other high-fives when Hailey was telling me about my 2 week protocol at home- in her medical language - and she also added that after 2 weeks she'll think whether or not I am allowed to step out.
All I could do was nod my head, say some 'okays' 'yes' that sounded more like 'yes ma'am' or 'as you wish your highness' and follow what was being told to do.
I was wondering why was I even agreeing to follow her orders in first place, but when I did I kinda liked it. This was some kind of new feeling that I wasn't able to put a name on, which was being stirred inside me and somehow was intoxicating me. Jeez, I felt like a love-sick hormonal teenager trying to act stud in front of his crush when she passes by.
I wanted to check on my work or at least have updates so I secretly did that on my 2nd or 3rd day at home, which I was caught red handed and again got almost some sugar-coated earful from Dr.Hailey that how I was hit on head and I should not use screens-devices and let myself have rest.
My brain cells again were screaming at me or more like going all sedated in cuteness by the scene in front of them-which was again Hailey struggling to use her professional tone in front of me. I did agree to those cells-cute indeed. Who says this 22 year old could use a sharp and hard voice with that face? nahh !
For the time she was in the home I avoided using any devices may it be phone or laptop, but did my work while she was at her work.
Also the scene where on my 2nd day at home when I get a call from Harry, which again Hailey snatches from me and tells Harry something and when I asked Harry about it this is what he said-"Sir, Miss.Robinson or let me say Dr.Robinson told me not to send you anything work related in mails or messages, she said prepare it on paper and he as in you'll check on them later."
I wasn't annoyed, not at all and I was wondering why, because if it would've been someone else, I would've given some colourful hearing from my side and faced my wrath. It was weird and even weirder that there was someone who had a control on me, superior to me and that one had a pretty face and all my complains went down in flush.
From my first day at home after the discharge to some days Hailey slept on the couch in my room. I tried to convince her not to sleep on the couch and that she can sleep in her room and I will definitely call her if something goes wrong but she was not having it.

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RomantikChris Langford is handsome, grumpy yet a bachelor, millionaire, and businessman who inherited the family business company from his father but under one condition - get married. Complicated, right? But seemingly his father already had him set, with a...