Marcelina's POV
"I... um... Xavier..."
Lord, I was short of words.
On the other end of the line, Xavier chuckled softly. "Nice to know you still remember my voice. Lately, you seem to forget a lot of things,"
"What—" I frowned. "Why are you calling this early?"
My mind immediately went to the hundred things he could be doing instead.
Xavier Jenkins was a senior neurosurgeon. His mornings were usually packed tighter than an emergency room.
At this hour, he could be in surgery. Or reviewing patient scans before a complicated operation. Or sitting through one of those endless departmental meetings the hospital loved to schedule.
He could even be doing rounds, checking on post-op patients, and scaring the interns with his impossible standards.
Calling me was definitely not on that li
