"Heh! I won't compromise this time," Travis told her, his voice low and laced with a quiet, dangerous amusement. Turning on his heel, he stepped out of the examination room first, his tall, commanding frame striding into the hallway.
Jillyanna followed right behind him, her head hung low and her lips pursed in a deep, flustered pout. A wave of hilarious, agonizing regret washed over her—why did she have to tease him with that "sperm donor" line in front of the doctor? Now she had handed him the ultimate leverage on a silver platter.
Dr. Chua stepped out of her adjacent private office, holding a thick Manila folder. Noticing Jillyanna's unusually quiet demeanor and her lowered head, the doctor offered a gentle, concerned smile. "Are you feeling alright, Jillyanna?"
"Yes, doc. I'm doing just fine," Jillyanna replied, managing a faint, polite smile while deliberately avoiding Travis's direction. "Thank you so much for taking such wonderful care of me today."
