It was none other than Ricci.
Nakasuot ng white lab coat at may suot na eyeglasses. His hair was brushed back neatly, showcasing his sharp jawline and flawless features. The transformation was almost unreal. He didn’t just look like a doctor; he looked like the kind of man women would shamelessly invent symptoms for, just to feel the heat of his gaze and the brush of his fingers.
Beside him stood his right-hand man, Zandre, dressed in a navy-blue long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked good, too—polished and composed—but Ricci still stole the spotlight without even trying.
Napakurap si Sylvienne, stunned, her lips parting in disbelief.
Zandre noticed her first. “Doc, your patient’s here,” he said with a grin.
Saka lang napalingon si Ricci. Doon na nagta
