Love’s Cunning Ruse ( Mr.Kieran And Julie )

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?”

helped her onto a nearby bench. He then crouched down to examine her ankle.

wearing a skirt, Annalise instinctively drew back her leg.

doing?” she demanded, “I’m calling the

Brice replied, lifting her ankle to

words turned into a sharp cry of pain. “What the hell are you doing? Are

her hand to

her hand and told her, “You have a sprained ankle, but thankfully, it’s

sure it’s not dislocated or broken? You pressed too hard, you might have injured it even more!

and laughed, then scooped her

Annalise asked, gripping his

noticed that there was no one at the parking door. So she immediately changed the subject

woman quite as challenging as Annalise. She had charged into him, destroyed his phone, and now, she was threatening to take him

put her in the passenger seat of his car and got into the driver’s seat. As Annalise was unbuckling her seatbelt, preparing to leave, he started the car, preventing

to the police?” He asked her defiantly

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

at Dr. Brice, then began to analyze the him based

her. “How do

had learned

of curiosity, she had decided

dressed, and finally said uncertainly, “You

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

Brice gave her a look. “You really think too much.”

to the police station. He took her

with his name. Considering his recruitment was personally overseen by the hospital director, it was no surprise that Brice was a well-known figure

Dr. Brice, dressed immaculately and accompanied by an attractive

introduced Annalise to the surgical department. Upon meeting Dr. Brice, the head of surgery, Dr. Anstice,

Brice could deny it, Annalise turned to him,

tap on Dr. Anstice’s shoulder, “Could you lend a hand, Anstice? I found this patient on the street.” She turned to Dr. Brice and

“Your name.”

“Annalise.”

“Your age.”

“Eighteen.”

repeated, “Your

slightly and answered somewhat

Dr. Brice