The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 120

The doctor glanced at the man standing by the bed, his rimless glasses giving him a distant, intimidating air. Without even realizing it, the doctor’s voice turned more respectful when he spoke.

Petty quietly inched away from the hand resting on her waist. “It barely happens now. Just the occasional ringing in my ears. Usually when I see someone I can’t stand, or do something I don’t want to do. Like right now.”

The doctor hesitated, biting back the urge to react. Petty’s words were sharp, and it was obvious who they were aimed at, but he wasn’t about to get involved.

He cleared his throat. “Well, um… staying in a good mood will definitely help you heal faster.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll try.” Petty stood up, but before she could take a step, that same hand pressed against her waist again, this time guiding her firmly out of the exam room.

At the door, Franco finally let go as she tried to pull away, but then his hand slid down and caught her wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Somewhere my ears won’t have to suffer,” she shot back.

“Off to see Harris?”

Petty ignored his mocking tone and fired back, “Didn’t you say you were busy until after New Year’s, Franco? So why are you suddenly hanging around the hospital today? Don’t tell me you came just for me. If that’s the case, I appreciate it, but you can leave now.”

She really had a way with words, always quick and sharp. No wonder she was a top reporter at the news station.

Franco just stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable, like there was a layer of fog hiding what he was really thinking.

Petty turned to step into the elevator but stopped, hesitating just before the doors. She turned back, her voice calmer now. “Franco, I know we’re a mess, but can you please not get in the way of my job? I only need thirty minutes for an interview. What’s the point of making things hard for me?”

“When have I ever made things hard for you?” Franco replied, his voice completely flat.

Petty’s eyes lit up. “Perfect. Let’s set a time, then. How about this afternoon?”

Franco noticed her subtle move—she had her phone ready, planning to record him so he couldn’t deny anything later.

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