Chapter 280

Adrian's fingers lightly brushed her swollen ankle, his brow furrowed. "Does it hurt?"

Stella jerked her foot away, putting distance between them. "None of your concern."

He withdrew his hand, a shadow crossing his eyes. "I was just worried about you."

"Did Alexander and his team leave?"

"Yes, I just saw them off."

Stella exhaled deeply. "Playing pretend is exhausting. Lily seems born for it."

Her phone buzzed abruptly.

Frowning, she walked into the bedroom. An unknown number flashed on the screen.

[Ms. Valentine, regarding the liver transplant discussed on today's program, I must clarify: Even with a living donor, lifelong anti-rejection medication is required. As a physician, it's my duty to provide accurate information.]

Signed, Dr. Melford.

She stared at the message.

The phrasing, the meticulousness—it reminded her so much of Mr. Alistair.

[Thank you, Dr. Melford. I understand now.]

A quick reply came: [May I ask how you obtained my number?]

[Through the production team. I hope this isn't intrusive.]

Her fingers hesitated over the screen.

[Would you be available for dinner next Saturday?]

She studied the words for a long moment.

Perhaps this was an opportunity. Verifying Victor's compatibility would require professional assistance.

[Certainly. My treat.]

[I couldn't possibly let a lady pay. The honor is mine simply to have your company.]

The underlying flirtation set off alarms.

[Dr. Melford, I'm a mother of two with no interest in dating.]

A lengthy pause followed.

[Understood. Though I'd still like to be your friend. Truthfully, a friend dragged me onto that show. Please feel free to consult me on any medical matters.]

Her final reply was succinct: [Okay.]

"Business call?" Adrian's voice came from behind her.

She pocketed the phone. "Has Grandfather Edward retired for the evening?"

"Still enjoying dinner. He particularly likes your cooking."

Stella sighed inwardly. Her plan to leave after the old man went to bed would need revising.

"Just wait a little longer," Adrian said, reading her thoughts.

The phone rang again.

"Ms. Valentine, the client rejected the design proposal. We're on the twentieth revision—"

"Email it to me."

Hanging up, she turned to Adrian. "Is there a computer here?"

"I brought my laptop."

He returned moments later with the device. "Password is 1231."

December 31st. The date sent a jolt through her.

The screen's corner displayed: December 23rd.

Seven days remained until the sunrise promise.