**ROSEANA**
I turned away from him after giving him a feather-like kiss on the lips. I signal him to carry me to the hospital by hanging my hands in front of him.
When he saw what I had done, he chuckled. He can only shake his head while hiding an endearing smile on his lips. He even bit his lower lip to conceal his smile.
He said, glancing at me, "What a cunning woman."
My face turned red when I heard what he said. I was suddenly embarrassed. Only now did the spirit of humiliation enter my body. Anyway, no matter how shy I am, there is nothing I can do. I had already kissed him and explained, somewhat simply, how I felt.
Damon carried me in a bridal position. I wrapped my hands around his neck. My head was resting on his chest.
I could hear his heart thumping strongly. To my ears, it sounds like music. Its beat is similar to mine.
I pressed my head even closer to his chest. I can't get enough of the sound of his heart thumping.
"What are you doing?" Damon later asked.
His question caught me off guard. "Huh?" I inquired. I looked around, trying to figure out who Damon was talking to. I just noticed that we've arrived at the hospital.
When I noticed Damon wasn't talking to anyone, I returned my gaze to him. "Are you talking to me?" I naively inquired. I took another quick look around. People were staring at us in the hospital lobby, but unlike before, I didn't feel anything but pride.
Damon gasped and looked at me. I noticed him swallowing secretly. His Adam's apple rises and falls. I could feel his body tense as he closed his eyes firmly.
"Are you okay?" I asked, surprised. "Why did we stop?"
"You're going to be my death, woman," he muttered under his breath.
My brow furrowed in response to what he said. I'm not sure I understand what he's saying.
"Why are you keeping your face in my chest? I know you want me, but please don't do it here. There are a lot of people here," he continued.
"Damon!" I exclaimed in astonishment after a few seconds of thinking about what he meant.
"That is not what I am doing. My attention was drawn to the beating of your heart, not... Oh, my goodness!" I exclaimed.
I looked at him as if he'd said something crazy. I can't believe he accused me of something like that. He said that I wanted to kiss his chest. As if I am harassing him in front of these people.
Damon continued walking while laughing. The smile on his lips did not fade, and I did not try to touch my head to his chest again. This man is so green-minded that he can link even the most innocent of my actions with malice.
"Damon?" a man in a white coat who appeared to be a doctor called Damon.
"It's you, Damon! What exactly are you doing here?" the man asked my husband as he approached towards us, his gaze fixed on Damon's face. I'm sure he doesn't realize I'm in Damon's arms right now.
"Ramon..." Damon acknowledged, his face serious as he stared at the man with a big smile when he came to a halt in front of us.
"It's been a while. What exactly are you doing in my hospital, man?" he inquired.
Oh, so he owns this hospital? He seemed too young to handle such a large hospital, but Damon is still young and already runs a business, so it's not surprising.
Damon's friends appeared to be members of the same affluent society as the one in front of us. I recently realized that, except for Martinez, Damon's assistant and secretary, I have never met someone who is a friend of his. I'm not sure if his friends are just too busy or if Damon doesn't have any friends, so no one comes to his place.
Damon sarcastically asked, "What else should be the reason for going to the hospital?"
Because of his response, the doctor burst out laughing. I was even taken aback by his unexpected laughter. I was anxious that Damon's behavior might anger the doctor, yet the opposite had happened.
"What sickness does the mighty Damon have that he had to bring himself into my territory?" said the man, his disgruntled smile taking over after he laughed even though nothing was funny.
"Shut up, Ramon. Why don't you just help your patient? I should have reported this to the proper authority. You are being unprofessional." Damon's voice was gruff.
I kept observing them both since it appeared that my existence was meaningless to the two of them because one was busy bothering the other.
"You're quite serious, man. I just missed you," the man explained.
Finally, the doctor's attention was drawn to me. When he saw me, I realized he was a little surprised, but he tried to hide it. His mischievous grin became serious. He adjusted his spectacles and gave me a closer look. He looked at me, from my hands wrapped around Damon's neck to Damon's hand on my waist.
His lips formed an amused smile. He gave Damon a meaningful glance. "Interesting," he mumbled.
"Bring her to the VIP room. I'll ask someone to bring you a wheelchair. Or do you even need one?" the doctor asked Damon. My gaze was drawn to Damon as I awaited his response.
Damon gave me a short glance. His grip on me tightened. He turned back to look at the doctor.
He said quickly, "No." I quietly smiled at his response.
The doctor remained silent. He sent us to the elevator. While inside the elevator, the two remained silent. The doctor, who had asked so many questions earlier, appeared to be deep in thought.
When the elevator doors opened, we headed straight to the VIP room. Unlike the lobby, this hallway was rather empty. This does not appear to be a hospital.
It was only now that I noticed a hospital room the size of Damon's living room. Take note that Damon's living room is quite large. You also get the entire hospital room to yourself! How does that sound?
Damon's attention was drawn to me by a soft touch. "Where are we going?" I inquired quietly. I scarcely noticed the man in front of us.
He said, "To your room." "Is your ankle hurting too much?"
"When are we going to get to the fucking room, fucker? Her foot hurts," Damon asked the doctor.
"Damon!" I exclaimed.
"Can't you speak without cursing?" In a low tone, I hissed.
"Oh, sorry," Damon said, winking at me.