Chapter 262

A woman suddenly collided into Dr. Brice, causing his phone to tumble onto the ground. Dr. Brice had used this phone for many years, and he frowned as he looked down at the woman sprawled on the pavement.

“Are you alright?” he asked politely, extending a hand to help her up.

The woman, however, glared at him. “Don’t you look where you’re going?”

If his memory served him right, it was she who had charged into him. But he chose not to argue, instead bending down to pick up his cracked phone.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently.

Seeing that she had no inclination to accept his help, he turned to leave.

“Wait!” The woman called from behind him.

Dr. Brice turned back to look at the woman. She was beautiful, her long hair reaching her waist. There was something familiar about her.

He sifted his memories, then asked, “Have we met somewhere before?”

At this, Annalise Hansen broke into laughter as she replied, “Sir, are you still using pickup lines from the 70s?”

She attempted to stand, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her to fall back onto the ground. Luckily, Dr. Brice was quick to react, catching her before she could hit the ground again.

Instead of a thank you, however, what greeted him was a shriek, followed by a resounding slap.

The force of the slap nearly knocked him off balance.

It was only when the woman glared at his hand did he realize that he had caught her right at her chest.

He suddenly pushed Annalise away, causing an unprepared Annalise to fall on the ground once again and sat on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Brice apologized, looking at Annalise who was now sitting on the ground.

Rubbing her bottom, she queried, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“What?”

“Never mind. Help me up! I think I sprained my ankle…” Annalise extended her hand toward Dr. Brice.”

He helped her up, only to hear her ask, “Do you always harass women like this?”

onto a nearby bench. He

wearing a skirt, Annalise instinctively drew back her leg.

she demanded,

phone, otherwise I could have called the police for you,” Dr. Brice replied, lifting her ankle to remove her high heels and check her injury.

ankle. Her words turned into a sharp cry of pain. “What the hell

hand to

a sprained ankle, but thankfully,

or broken? You pressed too hard, you might have injured it even more! You can’t just run away,

laughed, then

me?” Annalise asked, gripping

one at the parking door. So she immediately changed the subject

He had never met a woman quite as challenging as Annalise. She had charged

got into the driver’s seat. As Annalise was unbuckling her seatbelt, preparing to leave, he started the car, preventing her from leaving.

want to go to the police?” He asked her defiantly as

for a blind date and Dylan accidentally told Elliot about watch the fun, but she

the him based on the car he was driving, and how might be a con

Brice turned to her. “How do you know I’m

had learned

of curiosity, she

and finally

“Firstly, based on your clothing. You’re wearing a high-end striped wool suit worth $20,000 and your matte calfskin shoes aren’t cheap either. However, you don’t have any jewelry, no status-showing watch, no ring, no necklace, no tattoos. Yet, you’re driving a car that’s only worth $30,000. I guess you’ve just come from an important event, dressed neatly, maybe out of vanity or to deceive others. You’re not wearing a watch, perhaps because you don’t have a good-looking one and don’t want people to find out you’re wearing a fake. But this suit, it’s of

to her analysis, Dr. Brice gave her a

Annalise to the police station. He took her straight to Tranquil Care

and virtually everyone in the hospital was familiar with his name. Considering his recruitment was personally overseen by the hospital director, it was no surprise that Brice was a

immaculately and accompanied

head of surgery, Dr. Anstice, asked with a smile, “Is

could deny it, Annalise turned to him, astonished, and asked, “You’re

on Dr. Anstice’s shoulder, “Could you lend a hand, Anstice? I found this patient on the street.”

“Your name.”

“Annalise.”

“Your age.”

“Eighteen.”

Brice repeated, “Your

and answered somewhat

while Dr. Brice

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