CHLOE's POV
When Oliver showed up at precisely six o'clock, I was enjoying a drink of water as I sat in the milk tea store that was located next to the house. I sent him a text message saying that we'll just meet here because I'm not sure how to tell my parents that I'll be having dinner with him. I was relieved that Oliver didn’t inquire about it with me.
I looked over and saw him coming towards me with the assurance of a man who was fully aware of his excellent looks and body. He carried himself with an air of confidence. When he noticed me waiting at the table in the corner, a broad smile quickly spread across his face. I smiled and waved at him as I returned the greeting.
Sure, he had looked just as fine in hospital scrubs, but now that he was dressed in a black suit and mat
