Whispers in the rain | charles leclerc *ੈ✩

Part 2 🩵 : Chapter 23 : Now That We Dont Talk

Jules
Just as I got out of the OR I peed off my gloves and let out a deep breath. My mind back to him.

Of course, I hadn't thought about him during the surgery. My focus had been entirely on the patient.

The operation operation had gone well, and it looked like Robert was going to make it. But now that the rush and subsided, the reality of who I just seen hit me like a ton of bricks.

Charles Leclerc.

The man who was once my entire life, the man who was supposed to be my husband, the man who had been my home.

Now he was just a stranger that I had bumped into on my way to the OR. It was like opening an old one that I thought had long since healed.

I headed back to the office and each step heavy with the way of the past. What is he doing here? Does he know about Bella? Why is he here?

I wasn't planning on seeing him again.

Not after million calls text and emails. Goddamn emails I'd written and sent out to him seven years ago, on what was supposed to be a wedding day. I remember sitting in my wedding dress, surrounded by the remnant of what would have been the happiest day of my life for my heart out into those messages that never received a response.

My office door closed behind me with a soft click, and I leaned against it, trying to study my recent thoughts. The stock contrast between the park and the present was sharing.

How did I gone from nearly marrying Charles to even avoiding the possibility of a conversation with him?

I walked over to my desk and sat down, rubbing my temples. The memories were overwhelming, but I couldn't let them consume me not now.

I had a job to do, and my patients depended on me.

My mind kept racing back to Bella.

Did he know about her? Had he come back after all these years to see her? The thought made my heart pound harder.

Was he back in our life?  Everything felt uncertain again. 

Charles
A few hours ago

"Come on, I don't need a doctor," I grown, trying to brush the pain in my side. Joris invited me to his house in New York for a free Christmas get together, and we decided to go for some karting for all times sake. It was supposed to be fun, but now we were here.

"Yes, you do. Come on man," he insisted, practically dragging me towards the hospital entrance. "You're probably going to need stitches."

I winced with every step , "It's just a scratch. I'll be fine."

Joris shot back at me, " Just a scratch? Your bleeding from your shirt. We need to get this checked out."

We Reached the reception desk, and the receptionist looked up as widening at the side of my blood stained shirt.

I was so glad she didn't recognise me. The last thing i wanted was to get special treatment.

"Nam?" she asked.

" Charles Lecler," Joris answered for me, " we had a karting accident and he needs to be checked out."

" I'm fine," I murmured, but the receptionist was already typing away on her keyboard.

"You need to wait for a bit, the doctor will see you as soon as possible," she said, handing us a clipboard to fill the forms out.

I grabbed the clipboard, reluctantly, muttering under my breath, " this is ridiculous."