Chapter 42: Destiny’s Design
“Okay.”
Her fingertip lightly tapped the screen, accepting Annabelle’s friend request.
Annabelle’s profile picture was unmistakably Alexander’s side profile. The man in the photo wore a blue-and-white school uniform, his brows still carrying the sharpness of youth, yet already hinting at the refined elegance he would grow into.
Her WeChat nickname read: “Missing Xi.”
Longing for Alexander?
Or unable to forget Alexander?
Evelyn locked her phone and shoved it back into her white coat pocket.
“Did you see my profile picture?” Annabelle’s smile was loaded with meaning. “Couple avatars are so tacky. Why not just use each other’s photos? Even though we’re thirty now, when we’re together, we still act like silly high schoolers…”
Alexander suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Let’s go.”
“Wait.” Evelyn spoke up.
He froze mid-step, his brow furrowing. “Evelyn, I’m sorry.”
“Take your things with you.”
She pointed at the thermal container on the desk. “Hospital policy prohibits accepting gifts from patients.”
Olivia swiftly snatched the container and shoved it into Alexander’s arms, pushing both of them out the door. “Next patient!”
The door slammed shut.
Olivia rolled her eyes at the closed door. “Since when do mistresses flaunt themselves so brazenly?”
Evelyn cleared her throat in warning.
But the pregnant patient currently being examined asked with keen interest, “Do you get a lot of dramatic situations like this in OB-GYN?”
Olivia immediately perked up. “Oh, you have no idea. Our department has more drama than a soap opera.”
“Olivia.”
“Well, it’s true.”
By six in the evening, patients were still waiting outside the clinic.
Evelyn worked an extra half hour to see them all.
In the parking lot, Vivian impatiently honked the horn. “Hurry up! We’ll lose our reservation!”
“Where are we going?”
“Get in first.”
Only after they’d left the hospital did Vivian reveal they were heading to a viral restaurant.
Evelyn scrolled through her phone with little interest.
Her social media feed was flooded with Annabelle’s posts.
The latest update read: “Destiny always brings us back to where we began.”
The accompanying photo showed a high school graduation picture. Only Annabelle and Alexander’s faces were clearly visible—every other classmate had been blurred out.
The comments section overflowed with congratulatory messages.
“Is she doing this on purpose?” Vivian glanced at the screen. “You actually added her?”
“Hospital policy.”
Vivian snorted. “How convenient.”
