Trapped with a Doctor

Someone said, "Oh my God! It's Arvin! Look! Arvin's coming! Woah..." Her excitement was so fervent that she couldn't help letting out a scream.

Another woman said, "Yes! It's really him. Look at him, he's taking off his sunglasses! Oh, wow. Isn't he a dreamboat? I'm actually short of breath. I like him so much! I don't know what to do. My heart is racing..."

Why all this doe-eyed fawning, Angela thought with irritation, rubbing her ears. Why, over nobody but Arvin? Women always found him attractive.

Angela was faced with beautiful things every day, like flowers. Her emotional repertoire was already at its limit. She couldn't imagine herself going crazy like this over some handsome guy. These girls were so insane, so immature.

Besides, Angela had an amiable friendship with him. Ordinarily, Angela would whistle to Arvin, or joke around with him in the corridors. But now, she didn't want to face him...

However, Arvin called her name with a unadulterated look of anger.

Nancy started. She glanced at him, then Angela, then back to him. She thought they wanted to have a talk, so she released Angela and said, "Er...I better go. See you two later."

Arvin merely nodded to Nancy, and turned to Angela about to say something.

But Angela was too quick. She yanked Nancy back, ostensibly overcome. Nancy spun around and faced Angela who whispered, "Nancy, don't go just yet. Please."

Nancy, understanding the fullness of the situation, swiftly returned to Angela's side out of concern.

Arvin didn't care either way, and asked Angela what he had meant to ask in the first place. "What did my mother say to you?"

"She said the coffee in Les Cafés De La Rive Gauche is pretty good, " said Angela with a blank look on her face. "And that it will be cold tomorrow, so I better wear more clothes...that's all."

The more she rambled, the more she gave herself away. Arvin glowered at her, growing more disdainful with every word. "Angela Si!" He yelled. At last, here was the hate-filled voice she dreaded.

Angela and Nancy stood stock-still as his yell boomed, trying not to look at their shoes in fear.

But Angela's heart was emboldened by it. She glared at Arvin and shouted spitefully to match his volume. "Why don't you ask your mother what she said? Why do you ask me? I didn't say anything, okay? Why are you mad at me?"

'Oh my god!' thought Nancy. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Nancy never thought Angela could work herself up so much. She tugged her sleeve and said, "Angela, calm down, calm down..."

Arvin stared at her and said, placidly, "I am not mad at you."

All he'd wished to know was what his mother had told her, which made her not want to live with him. But he never thought Angela could lie to him. He felt like his throat was closing up, he was so helpless.

away, but felt compelled to stay again

what you promised you'd do

back was still turned, but Arvin could see her ruminating from the way she stood. All right, she thought, 'I'll go to his apartment tomorrow night.' There, she decided she would ask Arvin who he liked best. If he desired another

right. Mr. Gu, I will go. See you

In Shengfeng Mansion

the living room. But, it seemed like he could smell the

for two days, but he felt so passionately upset when she was

the bedroom, he had a computer on the table. However, his table was occupied by Angela's skin care products. And there was a toy besides the table, which Angela had held against her last night. If he concentrated, he could watch an impression of his

his cloakroom, piles of Angela's clothes overflowed the

craned his neck up, and caught one of the tote bags. He wrenched it open and started digging out

surfing the web out of boredom. Her phone suddenly rang. Angela never thought someone would call her at night.

ID

him. But

"I'm downstairs. Come down."

"What do you want?"

you want to know, just come down." After saying that, he

under a street lamp. She took the elevator down and stepped out into the cold, clutching either

the road to approach her.

hadn't changed out of her pajamas. But she wasn't embarrassed.

and asked, "Going

She nodded.

almost took it before she noticed he was holding one of her belongings. The tote bag.

discern the cold from her nerves, but she was visibly shaking.

of this delivery. Was this his way of telling her, it was over? He no longer wanted to live with her, so he was returning her share of

possibility filled Angela with such melancholy that she stifled a

looked up her room and said, "Girls like you can't

like that.

her skin care products with her wherever she went. She could not be without them even

for words. There

sighed. "My mother doesn't speak for me. Whatever she said to you, you

different bottles. They seemed like a regrettable joke now. Would she ask him? Of course she could, but how? She bolstered herself with a deep intake of cold air. But it dissipated again with the turbulence the question promised. How could she ask, directly, 'Arvin, do you like Nita? Will you have a birthday party tomorrow?

lips! Instead she said, "Well, your mother and I just had a chat. All right... Will you have a birthday