"So, doctor Harris, is it?"
"Yes, you're right."
"You see there's something wrong about me."
"No worries. Share it with me and I'll try to help you as much as possible."
The gentlemanly smile of Harris can touch any young woman's heart, given he was quite handsome even in his late forties.
He was indeed no match with the patient he was receiving right now, who looked absolutely a business magazine cover worthy charismatic man but his wisdom made his charm go higher in his field. Sometimes that kind of charm does make some people feel threatened.
The thought of Venessa having appointments with this man more than she got the time to see her own husband made that so-called husband's blood boil. Morel like, ex-husband.
He had to come here himself, just so he can get some information out from this fella who was quite stubborn to share anything.
