Seeing the look of Charlotte's voice, Jim furrowed his brows and curled his lips into a smile.
Then, he gently removed Charlotte's hand from his and said, "Nothing, I was just asking.
"I received a note today which says that Charlotte belongs to him. The note was put into my coat pocket that I wore to the hospital this morning."
With that, he glanced at Charlotte and said, "Someone at the hospital must've pulled this prank on me. I'll ask someone to get to the bottom of this."
Then, he turned and strode away.
Behind him, Charlotte's face turned from red to white. She bit her lip and clenched her fists.
That Dr. Randy must have been the one who slipped the note into Jim's pocket!
What an ungrateful bastard!
She had already taken ten minutes out of her time to satisfy him in his office this morning, but he was still hungry for more!
Did he think she was going to choose an old man like him over someone as handsome and successful as Jim? Who did he think he was?
Did he think she owed him her life just because he helped both her and Roanne undergo their plastic surgeries?
She had already slept with him for six years; was it still not enough?
One day, she would let Roanne get rid of this wretched doctor once and for all!
"Charlotte?" Jim furrowed his brows and called after her, suddenly realizing that Charlotte had not followed him out.
"Coming!" Charlotte quickly regained her composure and followed him, smiling. "I was so frustrated by the note you found and so engrossed in trying to guess who could've committed such a stupid prank that I lost track of time..."
With that, she snaked her arm around Jim's and lifted her head to stare at him with an innocent look. "You can't possibly believe them, do you, Jim?
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