Chapter 87

Rowan instinctively nodded and said, "Got it, Ms. Celeste." Celeste quickly entered the consultation room and prepared for the next patient. Damien's anger flared. He wondered when Celeste had become so sharp-tongued. How could she insult him without even using a single curse word? "Sir, do you have any health issues? If not, please leave. We can't afford to delay seeing other patients. After all, the patients come first. I hope you understand," Rowan courteously said. Damien lifted his eyes, locking gazes with Rowan. The anger in his eyes deepened, the frustration palpable. He wondered where Celeste found such a compliant lackey. With a cold grunt, Damien glared at him before quietly leaving the clinic. Celeste lifted her gaze to the entrance after hearing a knock on the door. Rowan opened the sliding door and poked his head in. "Ms. Celeste, he's gone." "Okay, thanks." Celeste smiled. Rowan removed his mask, leaned against the doorframe, and casually asked, "Was that your hu