My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret novel Chapter 291

Chapter 19

Diana’s POV

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until his arms finally left my waist.

“Alright‚” Isaac said casually‚ as if nothing intense had just happened. “I have an appointment with my patients now.”

My heart was still racing.

“W—what am I supposed to do?” I asked‚ trying to sound professional even though my voice betrayed me.

“I’ll explain everything to you soon‚” he replied. “For now‚ just follow me.”

“What should I take?” I asked quickly‚ glancing around the office.

“Just follow me.”

“Empty‑handed?”

He shook his head slightly with a small hum. “Mm‑mm.”

I hurried after him as he walked confidently through the hospital corridors. The pace he moved at made it obvious he was used to people keeping up with him. Nurses greeted him respectfully as we passed‚ and some even stepped aside immediately.

We moved through ward after ward.

I stayed close behind him‚ trying not to look lost even though everything felt overwhelming. Machines beeped softly‚ nurses spoke in low voices‚ and patients lay resting behind curtains.

I wanted to ask him what kind of doctor he was. I already knew he was important here. Everyone treated him with a level of respect that was impossible to miss. But I still didn’t know exactly what he specialized in.

He entered one ward and stopped beside a patient’s bed.

The woman lying there looked pale and still.

“She hasn’t woken up after the surgery‚” a nurse explained quietly.

Isaac nodded and stepped closer‚ immediately focused.

“How are her vitals?” he asked while checking the monitor.

He examined the readings carefully‚ then gently lifted the patient’s wrist to check her pulse. His movements were calm and practiced. He adjusted the IV line slightly‚ checked her breathing‚ and listened to her chest with his stethoscope.

He spoke softly to the nurse‚ asking about medication timing and recovery progress. He reviewed the chart at the foot of the bed and made a small correction before nodding again.

That was when it clicked.

A surgeon.

He wasn’t just any doctor. He was a surgeon.

I watched him work‚ surprised by how different he looked. The teasing man from minutes ago disappeared‚ replaced by someone focused‚ careful‚ and completely in control. His voice was steady‚ and every movement carried confidence.

We left the ward and moved to another.

And another.

And another.

He checked patients‚ spoke with nurses‚ adjusted treatment notes‚ and gave instructions that everyone followed immediately. Meanwhile‚ my legs slowly began to ache. I wasn’t doing anything except walking behind him‚ yet I felt exhausted.

I had honestly thought nurses would be the ones following him around‚ not me.

After what felt like forever‚ we finally returned to his office.

I exhaled deeply the moment we stepped inside.

“I thought nurses were supposed to follow you‚” I said‚ rubbing my sore leg slightly. “Not me.”

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