Chapter 1921

"Not at all. Ms. Fitzgerald, you may not know my name, but you've been thinking about me for days. It shows that, besides my medical skills, my charm isn't too bad either," Kingsley said, his eyes narrowed with a mischievous grin. "I've been thinking about…" Abigail narrowed her eyes, her fists clenched. "How I'd twist your head off!" With those words, both of them moved at the same time—one swung a punch, the other aimed a needle. Their hands collided, and the tension was palpable, the atmosphere electric. Chandler's face darkened. "Kingsley, apologize." A man should have some grace; why did he always provoke her? Kingsley, though reluctant, begrudgingly withdrew his needle and muttered an apology. "Sorry! You're magnanimous, generous, bountiful—" This time, Abigail slapped him across the other cheek, perfectly balancing the two. He was stunned, holding both cheeks. "What the hell!" "Don't think I didn't hear it. You were being sarcastic!" She was seething. "Please, can't you