Rachel was stunned. She smirked. "That proves that you're a good doctor, but not a good businessman. Your friend was unfortunate."
Matthew's eyelid twitched. Surely, she was provoking him on purpose. He glanced at her. Her chin was raised, and she'd puffed out her chest. As expected, she was teasing him.
For an inexplicable reason, his heart filled with joy. She used to be so cold, but now, she was more enthusiastic.
Rachel felt his gaze on her. She reverted to her usual cold demeanor and said, "Go to Zen Coffee House."
Matthew nodded and turned on the signal with his left hand while shifting into gear with his right. As he did so, he took the opportunity to stroke Rachel's thighs, which were covered with her black stockings.
Rachel yelped. "You bastard! What are you doing?"
Matthew smiled. "Sorry. I accidentally grabbed the wrong thing while shifting into gear."
Rachel gnashed her teeth, glaring at him. He'd obviously done it on purpose. How dare he cop a feel while driving?
Matthew pretended not to notice. He focused on driving completely as he moved toward Zen Coffee House. They went upstairs together.
The place was decorated beautifully. There were flowers and plants in pots on the wooden tables. Some jazz music was playing in the background. All in all, it was a serene environment smack dab in the middle of a city.
They sat down at a seat near the window. Just then, Matthew's phone rang. It was Silas. He picked up immediately. "What's wrong?"
Silas was talking in a panicked voice. "Come here quickly. Someone wants to seize the clinic."
Seize the clinic?
Matthew stood up. "I'm coming right over!"
Rachel frowned. "Where are you going?"
Matthew rushed out. "There's trouble at my friend's clinic. I'm going to help him with it."
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