Chapter 343. Hanging Upside Down

ASHER

His smile was infuriating! And, as if that wasn’t enough, he even lowered his sunglasses slightly to reveal his eyes—eyes that seemed to be smiling too, as if taunting me. Seriously, why wasn’t he wearing a face mask?

If he’d been wearing a mask, maybe—just maybe—I wouldn’t be blushing like some flustered teenager right now. Of course, because no one really fussed over him here at Parkertown General Hospital, he had the nerve to stroll in without one, as if he wasn’t capable of making hearts race with just a single grin.

It was infuriating. It was irritating. Because, deep down, it was like he knew—he knew—he could break through all my irritation and annoyance with that stupid, charming smile of his. It was the kind of smile that made me forget I was mad at him for ignoring my calls and texts for an entire week. The kind of smile that erased the frustration I felt after he ghosted me… after he had the audacity to flirt with me during that ridiculous on