A Doctor's Path

Chapter 2: Isabella's Invitation

The mini suction device I grabbed was usually used for the fine impurities in a patient's private area. The device’s suction force was matched by its ability to stick on the surface.

Although I had no idea if it would work, there was no other way at the moment. This is the only method I could try. Despite holding not much hope, the method was surprisingly effective. About seven to eight minutes later, the device managed to extract the stuck object intact.

After the treatment, I politely declined Isabella's invitation to stay and made an early return to the hospital.

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Just when I was ready to clock off my night shift at seven the next morning, the phone in my pocket rang. I fished out my cell phone and once I realized the caller was Isabella, an inexplicable joy and excitement coursed through me. My mind could not help replaying the scene from last night.

“Are you free at noon? Let me treat you to lunch,” she invited with a soft voice.

“Sure! Where to?” I answered without any hesitation.

“What a quick reply.” Isabella giggled teasingly. “Come over to my place, let me cook for you.”

“But… I was working the night shift last night. I have a day off today, so…” slightly nervous, I began explaining. “Will it really be ok for you if I head over to your place?” I followed up with a question.

“Don't worry; I'm alone at home. You can just come over later.”

“All right, I'll be right there.” 

The moment I hung up the phone, I forced myself to calm down as I rushed towards the dormitory at the fastest speed possible.

I spruced myself up – washing my hair and face, brushing my teeth, shaving, putting on a fresh set of clothes and new shoes, and spritzing a bit of perfume. Only then did I head down and hail a taxi to Rosedale.

“Wow, you are fast! Not bad; you dressed yourself up quite well.” Isabella circled me as she eyed me all over in smiles as soon as I set foot inside her home, making me quite embarrassed. “Do I look good today?” She gently twirled around with her arms spread wide, her white dress fluttering softly in the breeze.

Bewitched by her beauty in an instant, I could not help letting out a praise, “You look stunning.”

To be honest, at this very moment, Isabella was breathtakingly gorgeous, so much so that she could make anyone's heart thumping wildly.

“Cat got your tongue?” Isabella teased, “Well then, I'll make us lunch. Go ahead and watch the TV in the meantime. I'll let you know when I'm done.” Just like a good wife, Isabella pulled me over to have a seat in the living room and turned on the TV before leaving to the kitchen.

My eyes were fixed on the TV, but I was in a daze, my head had already wandered far away. Only when Isabella called me over for lunch did I snap back to reality

“Oh wow, Isabella! I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking. Your husband is so lucky to marry such a beautiful and skillful wife like you.” I complimented while taking a bite of the dish for a taste.

To my surprise, a hint of unease clouded her face and a wisp of despondency flashing in her eyes.

“Eat up if you like. Oh right, have some wine too.” Isabella headed over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine and wine glasses before pouring in the wine. “Here you go! Cheers!”She raised her glass and downed it, right before filling her glass full. 

Left with no way out, I followed suit and gulped down my drink. Just like that, both of us continued with our lunch while drinking red wine.

Even though I wanted to strike up a conversation, Isabella's despondent face deterred me from doing so, forcing me to finish the meal in silence.

The bottle of red wine emptied in less than half an hour. By then, a smudge of red had already emerged across Isabella's snow-white, delicate cheeks. I was about to advise her to drink some water and rest, when tears began streaming down her face.

Isabella's crying sent my mind whirling in panic. Ever since I was young, my greatest fear was women's tears.Somewhat at a loss, I could only look at her in awkward silence, not knowing what I should say.

Isabella cried, “Lewis, do you think I'm a shameless and nasty woman?”

“Uh, no… not at all.”

Washed over with guilt under her intense glare, I lowered my head. To be honest, the incident from last night has tainted my perception of her. A woman who performed the act with cucumbers, in my opinion, was certainly not a decent woman; I simply could not accept such methods from the bottom of my heart.

Still, we were just ex-classmates, so I had no right to judge her private life.

“Heh… Is that so? Do you dare to say that again while looking at me right in the eyes?” She scoffed and shook her head. “I knew it. All men are the same – two-faced liars. Despite appearing decent, you guys are all disgusting perverts at heart.”

Clearly upset, Isabella gripped her wine glass tightly in her right hand, as if she wanted to smash it directly onto my head.

Her outburst inexplicably tugged at my heartstrings, a seedling of self-reproach sprouting in my heart. Perhaps I had misunderstood her.

“If you trust me, let's have a chat. Maybe I can help you out.”

“I… I am sorry.” Isabella stared at me all of a sudden, apologizing, “I've made a fool of myself.”

Without saying a word, I shook my head in response. Isabella staggered to her feet and took out yet another bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, filling her glass to the brim and gulping it down.

“Stop drinking. You're drunk.” I reached for her glass of wine, but she moved it away.

“No, I'm not drunk… Compared to the pain in my heart, these glasses of wine are nothing,” she slurred. “Lewis, you know what? I… I'm married.”

Upon learning so, my right hand quivered uncontrollably. As expected, she was indeed married. A whirlpool of negative emotion swirled in my heart at once.I felt as though I had just found out someone else had obtained something I deeply desired. Dejection, envy, as well as a hint of jealousy, prickled me.

“I see, congratulations.” I gave her my blessings half-heartedly.

However, a miserable smile ran along Isabella's lips as she mumbled to herself, “Heh… Congratulations? On what? Congratulations on me being toyed around by a beast?”

Although her voice was as soft as could be, I was able to pick it out clearly. Her whispers constricted my heart. She appeared to be living a life that was not as blissful as I had imagined, and it also seemed to be excruciatingly painful.

“Isabella, no matter what happens, just… stop doing that when pleasuring yourself in the future. It’s really dangerous.” I could not help myself from giving a word of advice.

Soon, regret overwhelmed me. I wished I had taped my mouth shut. Why did I mention it now? How stupid can I be?

“Sorry, Isabella. I… I did not mean to say that.”

“Do you think I'm using that willingly? Do you think I like using cucumbers for that? I… I just can't help it.” A great tremor overtook her, and hot torrents of grief coursed down her face once again. Droplets of tears that were brimming in her reddened eyes fell onto the bright red wine, sprinkling the surface with blood-red splashes.

The sight of Isabella's pain-stricken face ached my heart so much that I suffocated, as though a stack of needles was lodged inside me, stabbing me with every breath I drew.

“Isabella, what exactly is going on? Tell me; let's solve it together. Don't torture yourself like this, OK?” I coaxed her as one would a child.

However, instead of answering, Isabella gazed at me with hazy eyes as she emphasized each word. “Lewis, do you want me?”

After which, she stumbled over toward me. She wrapped her slender arms around my waist and lifted her head slightly before giving me an abrupt kiss with her delicate, fiery-red lips.

For a split second, I was ground to a halt. Any thoughts I had in mind vanished, and my body stiffened, it was as if I was made of raw iron.

Never did I expect such a scenario to happen. Did… did Isabella just kiss me on her own?

“Lewis, embrace me… Carry me to my bedroom.” Her seductions elicited a reaction out of me at once. The flickering flames in my heart flared up even stronger, seemingly about to swallow me whole.

Nonetheless, what was left of my sanity warned me not to give in to my urges. Upon biting the tip of my tongue, I got up instantly and pushed Isabella away, casting an awkward gaze at her.

“Isabella, you… you're drunk. I…”

However, halfway through my sentence, I was yet again frozen on the spot. As though fueled even greater, the blazing fire in my heart began raging through me. 

To my surprise, Isabella unzipped her dress, letting it slip to the ground. She had no intention of stopping and instead, fully revealed her naked self in front of me.

Isabella sauntered over to me. She rested her hands on my shoulders and slowly circled her hands around my necks. I held my breath as her sensual eyes burrowed into mine.

“If you deem yourself a man, carry me to the bedroom. Don't turn me into a shameless woman, all right?”

I was truly at a loss. Now that Isabella had thrown herself into my arms on her own, no way would I want to do nothing to her. I'm not a monk after all.

Besides, Isabella was not only mesmerizing, but also had a voluptuous figure. I bet no man could control his desire when facing her now.

Still, her reddened eyes, along with the delicate expression on her face that was marred with tear stains, doused the raging heat within me with icy cold water, leaving my heart with only sorrowful pain for her.

“Silly girl, stop torturing yourself like this. You're drunk. Go to your bed and take a rest.”

My heart grew heavy as I stroked her head. I picked up the dress that was lying on the ground and helped her to her bedroom before tucking her in her bed.

“Get some rest, I'll be heading back. I'll come over whenever I'm free.” I bade her farewell and was just about to leave the room when I feel a pair of delicate, soft breasts against my back.

Isabella's silky voice seeped into my ears as her hands trailed my shoulders. “Lewis, don't go. Can you stay with me tonight? I'm so scared…” 

The warm breeze blowing into my ears was as fragrant as roses. Exuding gentle warmth, Isabella pressed hard on my nerves. Under such provocative stimulation, the flames of lust I had just extinguished burst forth again, blazing even brighter.

Isabella attached herself onto my back, her hands slid over my shoulder, touching my front. Her left arm wrapped tightly around my waist, while her right hand slid down to my groin. As though I was electrocuted, waves of tremors coursed through me at her touch, tensing up the entirety of me.

“Lewis, love me.” 

Her allure knocked down the sanity I tried so hard to hold. Finally off the reins, the tightly suppressed emotions brimming within me boiled over

Fuck it. I can't hold it in anymore. Who cares what will happen next. She was the one who seduced me anyway. If I still refuse her advances, then I'm no better than an i***t.

I swiveled around abruptly and tossed Isabella onto the bed…