The Mischievous Doctor (Finnegan and Nuthana) novel Chapter 23

“You only asked me out for lunch, Ms. Zimmerman?”

At noon, Bernice phoned Finnegan and invited him to a mid-scale restaurant.

“Are you saying that I can't ask you out if there's nothing important?” Bernice countered.

Her voice carried a trace of pique and mild resentment.

If an ordinary woman were to act so coquettishly, Finnegan would have remained unmoved. But considering the fact that she was a devastating beauty, he found it difficult to resist her allure. “That's not what I meant. It's just that today is Monday, and I think you're likely swamped with work. You shouldn't waste time treating me to a meal.”

Smiling, Bernice assured, “If it's you, I don't find it a waste of time no matter what we do.”

At that, Finnegan fell silent.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he subconsciously asked, “Are you flirting with me, Ms. Zimmerman?”

No sooner had that question escaped his lips that he regretted it.

However, Bernice had already heard it. Flushing bright red, she lowered her head and muttered, “Let's eat first. Later, I'll bring you to a place.”

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Despite sharing the same table, they did not interact as they ate.

“What a coincidence, Bernie!”

Just when the meal was on the verge of ending in silence, a man who practically had branded items covered all over him appeared beside them. He was dressed in an Armani suit with a gold Rolex watch on his wrist. “I was just planning to visit you in a few days after hearing that you've regained consciousness.”

Whipping out ten bills in the denomination of a hundred, he tossed them down before Finnegan. “Scram! How dare you share the same table with my Bernie when you're a nobody!”

Finnegan eyed the bills in front of him before lifting his head to stare at the man.

“Well, if you want to humiliate me, you've got to offer more money!”

Bernice, who had gone into a bad mood at the sight of the man, was momentarily stunned. Pursing her lips, she stifled her smile. If it weren't for her sterling manners, she would have probably laughed out loud at Finnegan's antics.

Even Jaxon Miles was taken aback for a moment.

Subsequently, he whipped out a stack of bills in the denomination of a hundred that probably totaled up to four or five thousand with a sneer. “It seems that you're rather tactful. Take them all!”

Like a money-grubbing man, Finnegan gathered the money, then carefully placed it into his pocket. “It so happens that we've finished eating and are leaving. I didn't expect to gain a few thousand before leaving. This table is yours now!”

“Let's go, then.”

Grasping his meaning right away, Bernice stood up smilingly.

Meanwhile, Jaxon's expression changed as it dawned upon him that he had been tricked. “How dare you both play me for a fool! Men!”

Following his roar, two bodyguards in black immediately strode over. “Mr. Jaxon!”

In a flash, Bernice's gentle and demure self before Finnegan was all but gone. “What do you want, Jaxon?”

Jaxon yanked at his collar like a ruffian. “You're to stay and eat with me. Men, throw this kid out. If he dares to resist, pummel him to death!”

The two bodyguards stalked toward Finnegan, upon which the diners at the adjacent table hastily sprang to their feet and backed away to avoid getting dragged into the mess.

“He's my boyfriend, Jaxon! Stop this!” Bernice barked.

Huh?

The entire restaurant promptly fell silent.

The diners who had been watching the show scrutinized Finnegan with strange looks in their eyes. What a lucky b*stard! He doesn't look as though he's rich. How did he get himself such a stunning girlfriend?

Likewise, Finnegan was stupefied. When did I become her boyfriend?

When Jaxon registered the meaning of Bernice's words, his expression darkened a shade. “He's your boyfriend?”

Stealing a shy look at Finnegan, Bernice answered firmly, “Yes, he's my boyfriend. We've just started dating. I'll tell Mr. Miles if you dare lay a finger on him!”

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