Chapter 162
Dafa glanced at his wristwatch, a flicker of regret crossing his face.
"Do you have to go now?" I asked, a hint of disappointment coloring my voice. I wasn't ready for our time together to end.
"Yeah, kind of. Dusty's calling," he replied, his tone apologetic. "I need to come back at headquarters."
He paused, his eyes searching mine. "I wish I could stay longer though," he added softly. "But I promise, I'll make it up to you."
I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. "It's okay," I said, forcing a smile. "I understand. Duty calls, right?"
"Right," he said, his lips curving into a wry smile. "And speaking of duty..."
He paused, his gaze softening. "Well, me too," I said, mirroring his tone. "My patients are waiting. They probably miss me."
"They're lucky to have you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending a familiar shiver down my spine.
