Matthew
His breathing grew heavy as he stared down at Adeline, who was nearly half his age. The phrase old man continued to carve itself into his mind, like a sharp blade slicing right through his ego. In his entire life as a renowned and respected neurosurgeon, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that—least of all a mere intern nurse.
"You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me old," Matthew whispered, his voice cold yet trembling with rage. He pulled Adeline by the waist even closer to him, forcing her chest to press flush against his broad, solid torso. He could feel the warmth of her body and the pungent smell of alcohol mingling with her familiar, intoxicating scent.
"L-let me go, Matthew... you're hurting me," Adeline pleaded, her voice stammering, but the fury in the doctor's ey
