Love at First Sight? Mr. Harrison Has Been Scheming All Along-Chapter 1: Putting A Kiss on Him

"Rory, Mr. Harrison is hurt. You need to come over here, fast."

Rory Linden was a doctor. She had just gotten home after an eight-hour surgery. She didn’t even have a chance to drink a sip of water, when she received the call from a friend of her boyfriend, Miles Harrison.

When she walked into the private room at the bar, she saw a young girl sitting in Miles Harrison’s lap. The girl’s arms were wrapped around his neck, her slender, fair legs draped over his. Her eyes were red, and fresh tears clung to her long, thick lashes.

Seeing Rory walking him, Miles said urgently, "Rory, her right foot is injured. Take a look, quick."

The girl looked at her with tear-filled, almond-shaped eyes and said in a delicate, sweet voice, "Sorry to trouble you, miss."

Rory lowered her gaze to the girl’s foot, which was resting on the sofa. She hesitated for a moment before squatting down.

Her hand had just reached out, not yet even touching the girl’s ankle... when she cried out, "Ah, it hurts so much!"

The girl cried out in pain, and buried her scrunched-up face in the man’s chest.

"Rory, do you even know how to treat patients?!"

"I haven’t even touched her."

Rory looked up and explained.

Miles’ brows were knitted tightly together, his eyes full of anger as he glared at her. "If you didn’t touch her, why would she be in pain?"

As he spoke, he gently patted the girl’s back to soothe her.

She had always known he was probably good to other women.

But seeing this gentle, affectionate side of him for the first time made her feel pathetic of herself.

The stark contrast was like a knife plunging viciously into Rory’s heart.

She had only been his girlfriend for four years, but they had known each other for nearly twenty years before that.

They walked to and from school together when they were little as students.

During vacations, she meticulously took care of his daily needs, and stayed up all night to bring his fever down with cool compresses whenever he was sick.

But this girl in front of him had probably known him for less than four days.

Yet Miles chose to trust this four-day connection.

Rory slowly stood up. "I’m sorry, this is an injury I can’t treat."

"Can’t treat?" Miles’s face was cold. "Rory, my family raised you for so many years, sponsored you through eight years of medical school for your doctorate, and you can’t even handle a minor injury like this?"

Rory heard the contempt in his tone. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

And she finally understood his dissatisfaction with her, with their relationship.

More than that, she recognized that her status in his heart had never changed.

Rory stood up straight, with her back ramrod-stiff. She lowered her eyes and took a long, hard look at the man she had loved for so many years, then spoke with difficulty.

"Young Master Harrison, I cannot treat this young lady’s injury." She paused, then continued, "Also, I apologize for occupying the position of your girlfriend these past few years. It won’t happen again."

Miles lifted his dark eyes, and his expression was a smirk that could be called as a smile. "Are you breaking up with me? Perfect. I was just about to give Lucy a proper title."

The man’s tone was light.

It was as if...he had been waiting for her to say this all along.

"Enjoy yourself, Young Master Harrison. I’ll take my leave now."

Rory turned and left.

Before she was even out of the private room, she heard Miles’ cronies start to gossip.

"I dunno, she seemed pretty serious this time."

"Give me a break. If it wasn’t for the Harrisons’ pressure, would the daughter of a maid ever get this position of hers?"

"She wouldn’t dare give it up. One call from our Mr. Harrison and she’ll come running back."

Rory quickened her pace.

The moment she left the room, a torrent of emotions washed over her like a tidal wave.

Her mother had been a maid for the Harrington Family. Twenty years ago, she was killed during a home invasion robbery.

Her father took the compensation money and ran off.

The Harrington Family had kindly taken her in.

They helped her attend school with Miles Harrison, who was the same age, and had her take care of him there.

She had no other family, so all her formative memories were tied to Miles Harrison.

Later, they got into the relationship.

The man had once publicly announced at the company’s annual party that she was his girlfriend.

He had also bought her a diamond ring, saying he wanted to marry her.

The memories intertwined with what had just happened.

It was like an invisible hand squeezing her heart.

It hurt so much she couldn’t breathe.

It wasn’t until a passerby shot her a strange look that Rory realized tears had begun to fall uncontrollably from her eyes.

She turned and went into the women’s restroom at the bar. She locked herself in the farthest stall before she finally broke down and sobbed her heart out.

Once she had vented all her sorrow and was ready to face a new life...

Just as she opened the door, a tall figure barged in.

Rory was so startled she was about to scream, but a large hand clamped over her mouth. The man forced her into a corner and warned in a low voice, "If you want to live, you’ll need to cooperate with me."

The man’s voice was heavy, laced with obvious pain.

The moment he leaned in, the overwhelming stench of blood enveloped her.

The hand covering her mouth and nose was also slick with the fresh scent of blood.

Perhaps it was a doctor’s natural concern for the injured, Rory’s struggles immediately lessened.

The man heard a commotion outside and turned to lock the stall door, only to find after two tries that the lock was broken.

"Damn it, where’d he go?"

"Fuck, you don’t think he went into the restroom, do you?"

"You stand guard here, I’m gonna check the men’s room! If I find him, I’m breaking his legs. Let’s see how he would run, bastard!"

The man stood leaning against the wall, and his face was deathly pale. Half the sleeve of his dark shirt was completely soaked with blood.

Rory’s gaze fell on the man’s face. She felt a vague sense of familiarity from his cold, dark eyes, as if...

...she had seen them somewhere before.

She heard the men from outside enter the women’s restroom, and didn’t know what possessed her. But she grabbed the man’s belt and threw his own words back at him, "If you want to live, you’ll need to cooperate with me."

As if treating a patient in need of emergency rescue, she yanked down his dark trousers and threw them near the stall door.

Then she unbuttoned his shirt.

With ears for the men checking the stalls one by one, she took out the bottle of rubbing alcohol she had brought in her bag, which was prepared for Miles who was supposed to get hurt. She then sprinkled it all over this man in front of her.

When the door to the adjacent stall was opened, Rory looked at the weakened man before her, steeled herself, and pulled off her own T-shirt. She cupped his face and kissed him.

The moment their stall door swung open, Rory immediately whipped her head around and yelled, "What are you looking at? Go home and look at your own wife!"

Men probably were animals who only considered with the lower half of theirs.

Seeing Rory’s slender, pale waist exposed after she took off her T-shirt, the men couldn’t help but whistle before closing the door.

He chuckled to the person at the entrance, "We ran into a couple getting it on in the stall. You wanna come take a look?"

That last shout had used up all of Rory Linden’s courage.

She bit her lip hard, clutched the man’s bloody shirt, not daring to even breathe.

The man at the entrance cursed, "The bastard’s long gone, what the hell is there to see?! Get moving and find him!"

Only when the restroom fell completely silent did Rory let out a long breath. Facing the wall, she put her T-shirt back on.

The man behind her bent down, picked up his pants, and put them back on.

He was about to leave when Rory Linden yanked him back. She pointed at the closed toilet lid. "Sit."

She ignored his confused gaze, bent over to take things out of her bag as she said, "If I were the one with a severed artery, I would damn well listen to the words of a doctor!"