“Okay, Mommy, be safe,” Niki nodded. Then, as if remembering something, she added, “Mommy, is Dad taking you?”
Danielle paused, then smiled and nodded. “Yes, he is.”
“That’s great!” Niki jumped for joy. “Mommy, you have to get along with Dad. I really like him.”
Danielle stroked her daughter’s head, her heart full of warmth. “I know, sweetie. I will.”
Danielle went downstairs and got into Nash’s car. As the car moved smoothly through the city, she leaned back against the seat, watching the scenery pass by, her heart a mix of anticipation and anxiety. She didn’t know if this trip to the hospital would be a turning point in their relationship or if they would remain separated by that same invisible wall.
The car soon arrived at the hospital. Nash parked and said, “Miss Crawford, Mr. Davidson is already waiting inside. I’ll take you to him.”
Danielle nodded and followed Nash into the building. Rebecca’s office was on the third floor. As they approached, they saw Alexander standing in the hallway. He was dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, his posture so straight and commanding that passing nurses couldn’t help but glance his way.
When he saw Danielle, Alexander’s eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly. “You’re here. Is your headache any better?”
“Much better,” Danielle nodded, her gaze slightly evasive.
“Let’s go in. Rebecca is already waiting for us.” With that, Alexander pushed open the office door.
Inside, Rebecca was at her desk reviewing a file. She stood up with a smile when they entered. “You’re here! Have a seat.”
Danielle and Alexander sat on the sofa. Nash tactfully excused himself and closed the door behind him.
“Danielle, you haven’t been resting well again, have you? You look a bit pale,” Rebecca said with a note of concern.
Rebecca wrote out the prescription and handed it to Danielle. “You two can wait here for a moment. I’ll go get the medicine for you.”
The office fell silent, leaving just Danielle and Alexander in a slightly awkward atmosphere. Danielle stared at her hands, unsure of what to say. Weren’t we supposed to be here for his check-up? How did I end up being the patient?
Alexander was the first to break the silence. “Has work been very busy lately? Don’t push yourself too hard. Your health is what’s important.”
Danielle clutched the prescription she had just received, her fingertips tightening as a look of dawning realization crossed her face. “Weren’t we supposed to be here for your appointment?” she asked, turning to face him. “How did Rebecca end up examining me instead?”
Alexander sat on the bench beside her, gently rubbing his cufflink. His gaze softened as it fell on her face. “You’ve always disliked seeing doctors, always finding an excuse to put it off. If I hadn’t said it was for me, you probably wouldn’t have come at all.”
He knew her personality all too well. She seemed strong and independent, but she was careless with her own health. When it came to seeing a doctor, she would avoid it at all costs. If he hadn’t used his own treatment as a pretext, she would have never set foot in the hospital.

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