Chapter 88
Andrew was completely exasperated. He had simply come to the Aicker residence to treat. Francesca’s condition, but somehow, he was mistaken for a romantic rival and had to deal with Simon’s hostility.
Andrew explained patiently, “Listen, dude–your feelings for Francesca are your business. I’m just here to provide the medical treatment she’s paying me for, and once that’s done, whatever romantic plans you two have are completely your own. I couldn’t care less!”
Even though Simon had been rude, Andrew understood he was acting out of misplaced jealousy, so he decided to let it slide.
Simon’s expression softened slightly as he scoffed. “At least you know your place. But remember–only I have the right to treat Francesca’s condition.”
Andrew shrugged. “Fine. The Aickers clearly have it all figured out.”
As Andrew turned to leave, Francesca quickly called out, “Wait, Andrew!”
Simon’s face darkened. “Fran, let him go. Don’t you trust me?”
“Simon, I’m grateful for your devotion, but I’m sorry…” Francesca began hesitantly, biting her lip.
“Don’t apologize, Fran,” Simon interrupted. “I’d die for you willingly. We’ve grown up together, studied together, and shared the same passion for medicine. I’ve known for years that you’re the only woman for me.”
Andrew cringed at the overly dramatic confession, but he had to admit Simon’s devotion seemed genuine. Meanwhile, Cedric stood silently, his expression unreadable.
“Simon, when I said I was sorry, that’s not what meant,” Francesca clarified carefully. “I’ve always seen you as an older brother figure. I’ve never thought of you romantically.”
There was a loud, stunned silence as Simon’s face fell, utterly crushed. Andrew had to suppress a wince. It seemed the devoted Simon had been nursing a one–sided love all along.
It was like a scene from a tragic romance. Francesca’s heart was simply elsewhere, and the poor guy did not stand a chance.
“Fran, what are you saying?” Simon stumbled backward, his face pale with disbelief. Francesca turned her face away, mumbling, “Please don’t be angry, Simon. I respect you greatly, but I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”
“Stop, please stop!” Simon shouted, unable to accept her words. “You must be lying. After all these years together, how could you not love me?”
“Simon, love isn’t determined by how long people spend together,” Francesca replied gently.” Besides, you’re… not really ny type.”
Chapter 88
“So you’re saying I’m not good enough?” Simon’s face flushed red.
Francesca chose her next words carefully, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s not that you’re not good enough. It’s just… you’re five years older than me, and well… you’re kind of old- fashioned and serious. You don’t exactly have the best sense of style.”
