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Karina had never seen that particular look in Wilfred's eyes before.

The emotions were subtle, hidden beneath the surface, almost imperceptible unless one paid close attention. Having spent so much time by his side recently, she had grown adept at reading his subtle expressions.

"Sorry, Dr. Wilfred, have I caused trouble for you again?" she asked hesitantly, her guilt written all over her face.

Wilfred lifted his gaze, ready to deliver a prepared response. Yet, faced with her earnest eyes, his words faltered, and what he finally said was, "From now on, you don't need to call me 'Dr. Wilfred' every time."

"Then what should I call you? Mr. Wilfred?" she asked tentatively.

""Just my name."

Wilfred's voice was calm as he used his knife and fork to cut into his steak. His dark lashes framed eyes that seemed to glimmer with depth, as if they held secrets untold.

Despite his cool demeanor, Karina felt a small surge of satisfaction and smiled.

call you Dr. Wilfred, but in private, I'll call you Wilfred," she said

so slightly before he resumed cutting. His reply was soft. "As you

recent days. The shadows of worry and schemes seemed to dissipate, leaving her feeling lighthearted and determined as she held

work hours, she overheard a group of nurses

into this hospital? This isn't some shabby clinic. It's

how close she is to Dr. Wilfred. Who

patient file tightened as tremors ran through her fingers. She

nurses froze

Norman! We weren't saying anything. You must've

"Oh, right! I just remembered, Room 301 needs an IV. I should get

"Don't go!"

tone unusually firm. "You can say whatever you want about me-I can take it. But spreading rumors about Dr.

reminded Karina of