Trapped with a Doctor
Chapter 87 I Don't Want to Prepare for Postgraduate Exam

Angela was elated to hear her name called.

She charmingly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Say my name again."

Arvin had the magic ability to turn her completely to his will by touching her. He held her softly by her waist. "Angela, you little girl!"

"Yes..." His love was like ichor whose droplets she fed on greedily.

Her whisper immediately evoked his wanton desire.

This time, he kissed her savagely...

He turned over her body, and pressed against her.

"Arvin..." She felt his unbending desire, and called his name, her voice trembling.

Her voice deprived him of his reason.

Time seemingly stood still. Neither could tell how long they were unified like this. Angela almost gave up. Hours seemed to pass since Arvin first called her name. All of a sudden, Arvin stood up and went directly to the bathroom.

Angela felt lost.

'Oh, my god...'

Angela touched her hot face, struggled into a pair of underwear, crept off the bed, and ran to the coatroom to change her clothes.

After that, Angela inched to the bathroom door, where she heard the sound of running the water.

'What the hell,' she thought. 'Arvin is more squeamish than my dad! He's obsessed with cleanliness.' She opened the door a crack, intent on taking her hygiene products.

She tiptoed in past the shower-curtain. However, she was so careless that a bottle dropped on the ground...

The shower was immediately shut off, which made her feel afraid to say one word! If she was found here by Arvin, she couldn't explain for herself anymore! Fortunately, the shower commenced again after some time. Angela felt relieved and picked up the cleanser.

However, when she looked up to take the toothbrush, "Oh, MY GOD!"

Angela tossed the cleanser when she saw she was apprehended.

"Ar... Ar... Ar..." Angela paused for a while and looked at Arvin in great shock, "Arvin! You... You... Why aren't you wearing clothes? Ar... Arvin! You're a pervert!" Arvin looked at her in confusion. "Do you wear clothes when you're taking a shower?"

Upon hearing this, Angela shook her head.

'My god... No... No! It's not the point! The point was... My god... that I saw something I shouldn't have.

"Pervert!" Angela picked up the cleanser and other products as fast as possible and rushed out of the bathroom. When she finally closed the door, she felt an immense sense of relief.

Breakfast was finally ready. Arvin sat on the table and waited for Angela for about ten minutes. But, she didn't show up.

Annoyed at her delay, he put down his iPad, stood up, and went to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Angela was withdrawn, sitting at the vanity table, rubbing circles of cream into her cheek continuously. "Angela!"

"Oh... Yes?" Angela looked absent-minded. She threw away the cream directly...

Unfortunately, the cream was thrown into Arvin's... bed.

It soiled his black bed sheet and quilt.

"Oh, my god... My cream!" 'It's very dear!' Angela rushed to the bed, trying to reduce the damage.

But it was useless. The cream she could save wasn't even enough for half of her face.

Arvin looked at the mess speechlessly.

Angela finally realized just how much trouble she had gotten herself into when she looked at his face.

She ran to the vanity table and brought some tissues, dabbing into the bed sheets.

Arvin ripped the tissues out of her hands. But his expression had lightened. "You don't need to do this. Leave it for housekeeping. They'll clean it up."

"But..." She looked at the chaos. It was soaking into the mattress. She'd feel really guilty if she didn't do something.

"Let's have breakfast!" Arvin threw the tissues away, pulled her hands, but she was anchored in her spot.

"No. I haven't finished fixing this up yet!" She tried to get away.

Arvin looked back at her, lifted her chin, and looked at her beautiful face, "Believe me, it's fine!"

Angela lowered her head shyly, moved her fingers, and answered in a low voice, "There was a pimple on my face. I had to cover it up..."

"You can't cover it up. Otherwise, it will become bigger. When we arrive at the hospital, I'll ask Kent to send you some ointment." After that, he said nothing and took her to the dining room. She sat down, and noticed for the first time that Arvin was wearing the black shirt she'd bought for him.

She jumped up excitedly. "Big Wing! You..."

She was going to say something, but Arvin stared at her. Angela was aware of what he meant. So, she whispered, "No talking while eating!"

Arvin nodded his head with satisfaction and continued to have his breakfast.

Although Angela was not allowed to talk while eating, she couldn't help but open her mouth at the end of the breakfast.

Arvin turned a blind eye to her behavior and listened to what she said.

"Big Wing, my internship is almost over. Should I prepare for my postgraduate exam? Or go back to Chengyang Hospital?" Despite himself, Arvin gulped his food down indecently, and answered, "Prepare for the exam."

"But I don't want to prepare for the postgraduate exam."

Arvin said nothing.

"I want to go back to Chengyang Hospital after my internship."

Angela put down the milk nervously. She looked at Arvin expectantly.

Arvin brayed with cruel laughter. "Then why did you ask? Do you want to bring your dad and brother shame?"

Angela didn't reply.

Arvin continued, "Your dad should take care of your mum. Your brother has to support his wife and sons. Nobody cares about you!" Angela thought about it. 'It seems that he is right!'

Arvin dabbed his lips with a serviette, and told her, "Therefore, you'd better stay here and let me take care of you!"

Angela smiled happily when she heard his words.

"But you're going to run for the director position," she reminded him. "You must be very busy! Are you sure that I won't make your life hell?"

"No, I'm certain you will." He replied directly.

Angela was speechless. She knew he would say that! So, she curled her lips in with dissatisfaction.

When Arvin finished his breakfast, he threw away the used serviette and said, "You can stay in my lab. And I will ask someone else to keep an eye on you. Don't stare at me! Have your breakfast!" Angela couldn't say anything. She felt her throat dry up like a desert. She bit one piece of her sandwich. "Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"Like what?"

"Your campaign for the director position, for one" she said.

Arvin said nothing and knocked on the table with his index finger and middle finger. When she finished her sandwich, he said, "Yes! That is something you can do for me..."☐☐☐☐☐☐