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?”

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

was wearing a skirt, Annalise instinctively

are you doing?” she demanded,

phone, otherwise I could have called the police for you,” Dr. Brice replied, lifting her ankle

firmly on her injured ankle. Her words turned into a sharp cry of pain. “What the hell are

raised her hand to hit

“You have a sprained ankle, but thankfully, it’s not dislocated and there are no fractures. You’re

sprain? How can you be sure it’s not dislocated or broken? You pressed too hard, you might have injured it even more! You can’t just run away, I’m

Dr. Brice turned and laughed, then scooped her

are you taking me?” Annalise asked,

there was no one at the parking door. So she immediately changed the subject and said to

police station,” Dr. Brice replied. He had never met a woman quite as challenging as Annalise. She

and got into the driver’s seat. As Annalise was unbuckling her seatbelt, preparing to

defiantly as he started the car

was coming for a blind date and Dylan accidentally told Elliot about watch the fun, but she hadn’t expected to run into this

Brice, then began to analyze the him based on the car he was driving, and

“How do you know I’m a

known Dylan, she had learned to analyze people, just like him.

curiosity, she had decided to

and finally said

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

Dr. Brice gave her a

Brice didn’t take Annalise to the police station. He took her straight

his name. Considering his recruitment was personally overseen

and accompanied by an attractive woman, they were taken

surgical department. Upon meeting Dr. Brice, the head of surgery, Dr. Anstice, asked with a smile, “Is this

Dr. Brice could deny it, Annalise turned to him, astonished, and asked, “You’re a doctor?”

a professional con artist.” Dr. Brice gave a playful tap on Dr. Anstice’s shoulder, “Could you lend a hand, Anstice? I found this patient on

“Your name.”

“Annalise.”

“Your age.”

“Eighteen.”

Brice repeated, “Your

lips slightly and

laugh at this, while Dr. Brice added, “Ms. Annalise,