Chapter 14%
The ingredients in her chicken soup differed from those in James’s.\
Weston had carefully prepared it just for her.”
Rosalie felt a flicker of surprise. Wasn’t Weston only responsible for James’s care? Then why this special attention?
She lowered her head and took a gentle sip. Almost immediately, a soothing warmth spread through her body, melting away the chill that had lingered for so long.”
“Dr. Chandler, you’re incredible!” Rosalie couldn’t help but breathe in awe.
Weston’s cheeks tinted faintly pink as he fed James with steady hands. “It’s simply part of my duty as a doctor.”>
In Rosalie’s memory, James had always been a fussy eater. Yet, under Weston’s care, he obeyed without complaint.
Curious but impressed, she quietly admired Weston’s skill with medicinal chicken soup.”
Where had her parents found such an extraordinary doctor?”
A few days later, her parents held a warm welcome banquet in Rosalie’s honor.
The gathering wasn’t grand held quietly at the Redmond Residence, with only close family and friends from Ireland in attendance. The air was filled with warmth and harmony.
Rosalie felt a comforting sense of belonging, the joy that only a big family could bring. She lifted her champagne glass, ready to toast, when suddenly it was gently taken from her grasp.
She looked up and met Weston’s eyes. He averted his gaze, cheeks tinged with a shy awkwardness.”
“You’ve already had two glasses. If you drink any more, your body might not take it well. You need to be careful.”}
Rosalie froze briefly, words caught in her throat. Before she could respond, Weston had already turned his attention back to James.
At that moment, her father, Luke, approached and asked, “Rosalie, what do you think of Weston?”
“He’s wonderful,” Rosalie answered without hesitation. “Responsible, knowledgeable, skilled, attentive, and thoughtful… He has so many good qualities.”
The praise flowed freely, unguarded, and not far off, Weston’s lips lifted into a faint smile.}
Rosalie continued, “He doesn’t just care for James with excellence; he noticed when I wasn’t feeling well and made me special medicinal soup. What’s his salary? We should definitely give him a raise.“>
Luke chuckled softly. “My dear daughter, Weston isn’t a man who worries about money. The Chandler family’s empire dwarfs ours, at least ten times bigger than the Redmonds. He’s far wealthier than we are. Salary was never the reason he came here.“>
“Oh?” Rosalie asked, intrigued. “So, it’s out of a sense of medical duty? That’s truly admirable.”
Her father’s smile deepened, eyes twinkling. “Yes, that’s part of it. But not the whole story. Honestly, we only managed to bring such an extraordinary doctor here because of you.“}
“Me?” Rosalie blinked, taken aback.
That evening, after the banquet had ended. Rosalie and Weston were led into the family’s art studio.
The room was filled with her paintings, vivid and expressive, a testament to her rare talent.”
From a young age, she had won countless awards, yet she always painted in anonymity. Most admirers never knew who she really was.}
Weston’s eyes roamed the studio, sparkling with admiration, but when they finally settled on Rosalie, his astonishment deepened even
more.
He quickly restrained his emotions, and his voice lowered, calm yet sincere. “Rosalie, I’ve admired your artwork for a long time. There’s a pure clarity woven through the passion in every piece you’ve created. Each one struck a chord deep within me. Forgive my boldness, but I searched tirelessly until I uncovered your true identity. I learned you have a son suffering from a blood disease. By chance, I’ve devoted years to research in this field. When I saw your family was seeking a private doctor, I applied. You might find it strange, but the reason I came to your home was partly for medicine.“}
“More than that… it was because of you.”}
