Chapter 12

• Taevon’s POV
• “Excuse me?” I asked as her question shocked me to my bones. What was going through her mind? Why would she ask me such a question?
• “I’m asking if you’re…” she repeated thinking I did not hear her the first time but I did. I was only shocked.
• “I heard you,” I sighed, standing to my full height to contemplate on what other test to perform on her.
• “Then give me an answer,” she went on to sit up with her back resting against the bed stand.
• “I am… not,” I breathed out as I remembered the next test to perform on her. “I don’t even have a proper relationship.”
• I had to focus on the vital tests I would perform on her body or I could mistake her to be okay, and if she was to get into the outside world with an underlying issue I was supposed to have seen, that I had failed to notice, it could be lethal for her.
• “Why are you not married?” She asked again, getting me to drop my stethoscope to the ground in a flurry.
• “Okay, what’s with the questions?” I asked, getting uncomfortable.
• “I just want to know why my sexy hot doctor isn’t married.”
• It was very flattering but I was not going to be seen as a piece of meat. There were so many reasons for why I was single.
• Firstly, I was a doctor. I barely had time for myself, why would I have time for someone else? I had to be home after my hospital time only to crash in my bed and fall asleep.
• I would barely have eight hours of sleep before I would be up and ready to start running out for another emergency call I would get.
• Secondly, with the little time I had, I would spend it searching for a cure for my sister’s ailment, I clearly did not have the time to date anyone.
• Most of my past relationships always ended the same way, I really did not have the time to spend running after women who did not care about my own career growth and well being. Flings, sure, but not relationships.
• I looked at her hopeful face and shifted my gaze from her. Whatever she was asking me all these questions for was not going to go well on her part.
• “Come on,” she said again as I picked up the stethoscope to hang around my neck.
• “What was your question again?” I asked as I had forgotten what she was asking from me. Shit, I thought to myself. I had zoned off again.
• “I just want to know why you’re not married,” she repeated, getting me to shake my head in negation.
• “There are lots of reasons for why I’m not married. I’m a doctor, I don’t have the time for proper relationships. Besides, where am I going to find someone who would date me after knowing that they would not be cared for by me?
• “I’ll always be busy at the office or sleeping. There is no in between.”
• This was enough reason to shut her curiosity. But I was wrong when I found a devious smile on her face.
• “Why are you smiling?” I asked.
• “So you aren’t married.”
• “Nope.”
• “And you don’t have a proper relationship, whatever that is.”
• “I did not.”
• “But what if there was someone who was really into you and would love to have a proper relationship with you right now.”
• I thought back to my ex girlfriends but I could tell that they had moved on and would rather fall off a cliff than date me again.
• I had been called selfish a lot of times and I could tell that they wanted people who would be there for them, unfortunately, I had not been that guy.
• “Well, if there was someone who was out there for me, who was really really into me, I would tell the person to move on because I would not be able to care for the person.”
• I had to be honest with her. After all, nothing was tying us both together. Maybe this wasn’t entirely true seeing as my brother had dated her and was now married to her sister.
• “Would you marry me?” she blurted out as my eyes opened widely at the sudden question which I had not expected.
• She had her eyes wide with expectations as she asked that.
• “What?!” I gasped. “Why?!”
• I couldn’t hold myself from laughing as I stood away from her bed, feeling the temperature in the room getting hotter.
• I had been taken by total surprise as it dawned on me that she had been asking those questions for herself.
• “Well, you seem like a nice guy,” she said but that was the wrong reason to go for someone.
• “Seeming like a nice guy is not the real reason for why you would date someone and eventually marry them,” I reasoned with her. “Give me the exact reason why you would ask me to marry you.”
• I knew there was some ulterior motive hidden behind those hazel eyes of hers. At least they were hazel under the light of the room.
• “Fine,” she sighed. “You gave me some words of advice yesterday and I really thought about them and I was thinking that I might take them instead of being afraid.
• “I am taking your advice and I am ready to do whatever I can to show Marcus what he was missing. You were right.
• “Staying here and crying over spilled milk was not going to solve my problems, I need to take the bull by the horn and drag it to my stop.
• “There is no better way to do that than making him jealous and making him regret his decision to marry my sister.”
• “Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath. “What have I done?”
• “You got me good with your advice,” she went in with an excited tone in her voice. “You were absolutely right.
• “Instead of crying for what is past, I can just move on and get married to you to provoke him and make him regret his decision.”