HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Episode 25

The moment we stepped outside, Ryan let go of my hand and wiped his palm with a white hand towel.

He entered the car, so I followed suit, settling into the passenger seat. A wide smile crept onto my face as I watched him. The way he drove, so effortlessly stylish, left me in awe.

I can't believe he saved me.

"Why didn't you shower?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence. His deep voice sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I picked up the book I used to communicate with him, wrote quickly, and showed it to him.
"Sir, you were in a hurry."

"Even at that," he replied, glancing at me briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. "You're a woman, Clara. You should shower, no matter what."

I nodded obediently. Shower no matter what, Clara.

A call came through his car's Bluetooth system.

"Baby," he said warmly, and my heart sank.

Oh, it must be my sleeping beauty. I want to hear her voice too, but why do I feel this pang of annoyance?

Am I... jealous? No, no, Clara. You can't like Ryan. You can't like your angel anymore. He is Ryan. He is Anna's angel.

"Actually, honey, I sat up today," her soft voice came through the speakers. He smiled.

"Really? That means my baby will walk very soon," he said, his voice filled with encouragement.

"Of course! And when I do, I'll visit you first," she responded sweetly.

"Don't forget your promise," he said with a playful chuckle.

"I won't. Where are you? Has the meeting started yet?" she asked.

"Not yet. Twelve," he answered briefly.

"Okay. Let me allow you to prepare. I love you," she said.

"Thank you," he replied coolly.

"Ryan!" she shouted, and he laughed—a deep, hearty laugh that caught me completely off guard. It was my first time hearing him laugh, and it was beautiful.

"Mm-hmm, I love you too," he finally said, and she chuckled before the call ended.

I smiled, but the knot in my chest wouldn't go away.

Finally, Ryan pulled up at a hotel.

Why did he bring me here?

I followed closely behind him as he made a reservation at the reception desk. Then we ascended the elevator to the suite he booked.

All eyes were on him. With his impeccable style and commanding presence, if I didn't know better, I would have thought he was a model, not a surgeon.

Once inside the room, Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and  checked  his phone. The room was exquisite—no surprise, given it was a five-star hotel.

I looked around in amazement, then carefully used my hip to close the door. I stood there awkwardly, both hands resting on my lap.

Ryan shrugged off his jacket then he looked up at me like I was doing something stupid?

"What are you doing ? Shower," he ordered.

"Huh? Oh... okay. I will," I stammered and hurried into the bathroom.

The shower was refreshing. Afterward, I stood in front of the mirror, trying to manage my hair. It looked messy and unruly, far from the polished look I had as Nuella.