Simon was six-foot-three, had sharply defined brows, a straight nose, and a pair of deep, cold yet mesmerizing eyes. Overall, he was ridiculously stunning.
He glanced at me briefly, his expression indifferent. “No.”
Dr. Wilson, who was sitting across from him, raised his head in surprise. “Dr. Lawson, weren’t you—”
Simon shot him a sharp look, and Dr. Wilson promptly swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Josie pressed on. “Then are you going out for dinner?”
Simon seemed to consider it for a moment before replying, “I could.”
He then stood up and began tidying his desk.
Josie beamed. “Perfect! Since you’re going out, I’m bringing Tara home for dinner. It’d be awkward for her if you were there.”
Simon froze. He slowly lifted his head to look at Josie, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
“Then why don’t you just take her out to eat somewhere else? It’s not like our home-cooked meals are that great,” he said with a stormy expression.
Their family’s cook, Maria Danver, used to be their gardener. But when she got older and couldn’t handle the physical labor anymore, she applied for a job in the kitchen.
Her cooking was… well, very healthy.
Josie tiptoed closer to Simon and whispered in his ear, “I’m bringing her home to introduce her to Dad. Hehe, you’re getting a stepmom! Are you excited? Surprised?”
Simon slowly straightened up and gave Josie a deadpan look. A few seconds later, he grabbed her by the collar and started dragging her toward the CT room.
