Marriage Without Love (Completed)

Chapter 37

Media : nobody's business by Rihanna

Disclaimer: I don't in anyway promote or encourage conversion therapy or sort but I intend to go forward with Will being portrayed as a gay as before, despite my prior judgement to make him bisexual. may be in a way he is since there's a broad spectrum of sexuality and he likes Snow now. To specify, I want to bring it to your notice that Will wasn't forced to like Snow. His parents supported him being gay, even Snow did. So no one forced him. He liked her by himself. No conversion or sort promoted. I hope that is clear because the earlier conflict really removed any motivation for me to keep writing since I didn't know where to go forward.

Now plz enjoy the real chapter.

"Here." Will handed me a plate with one slice of pizza from which all olives and jalapenos were removed and replaced by sweet corn topping from his slice.

"Thanks." I smiled radiantly at him.

We have been having night walks after the dinner, jogs in the morning, talking about trivia and about each other. So now he knows that I don't like jalapenos and olives so now his pizza slice looks like jalapeno pizza while mine looks like veggie delight. His these little tokens of attention and kindness has been increasing as he is getting to know me more and more. Things have been so blissful that it looks like a dream.

"Okay now I gotta get going. I have an operation schedule early today. See ya!" I say as I finish my breakfast and stand up.

"See ya!" He says as he pouts his lips. That's a signal.

I kiss him on the cheek and let out a chuckle as he pouts still and puff up his cheeks. So cuteee! I give him a peck on the lips and left the house. He definitely knows what works on me. As if his handsome face wasn't enough, he goes acting cute.

It has been our ritual lately to kiss each other whenever one leaves house.

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"Just one more hour. Then I will be free to go." I whisper to myself as I sigh in my chair at the OPD in the hospital. Some patients just can't be patient and have to break lines and fight others while some just Google up and come up with bizarre diagnosis of their own and it's so damn hard to explain them that that's not the case. Really, having partial knowledge is worse than having none.

"Hahaha...someone is so done with work today." A voice, owner of which I never wanted to meet again, was heard as he chuckled.

"What are you..." I asked agitated, unable to control my emotions as it always have been a problem of mine. When something happens unexpectedly, I just lose a fuse. Then spotting the nurse near the door, I clear my throat. I can't do this here. It's my work place. "....please have a seat and tell me your complaint." I said as professionally as I could.

"I am sorry for what happened. I don't know what overcame me that time." He said looking regretful as he bowed his head down.

"It's oka.." I said almost reflexively. No, I will not be a people pleaser at the cost of my own self, not again. "Actually it's not. I can forgive you but I really can't forget what you did Mark. With this, I hope you won't appear infront of me again because I really don't need reminder of anything of the past."

"Okay." He said with a bitter tone, completely cold and different from his previous fake regretful one. So he was just acting? "I am sorry about that anyways and I am sorry for what will happen." He paused and I feel a slight shiver of fear run down my spine.

Well he can't do anything to me while we are at the hospital. For the first time, I am feeling thankful for being here despite overbearing hours of work.