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Ivy pushed against his chest, breaking free from his grip as she gasped for air. “Pick it up,” she urged.
Christian frowned, his lips already seeking hers again.
She placed her hands on his shoulders insistently. “Pick it up, Christian. It could be important.”
With a reluctant sigh, he grabbed his phone without glancing at the caller ID and put it on speaker, his body still hovering over hers, remaining where he was.
A woman’s voice came through the speaker. “Mr. Evans, your therapy appointment with the doctor is in an hour. You are coming, right?”
Christian's eyes met Ivy’s in silence as the nurse continued.
The nurse continued, her voice firm. “You’ve already canceled the last two appointments. This one is very important. You need to come.”
He was about to respond when Ivy snatched the phone from his hand and answered for him.
"He’ll be there. Thank you."
"Great," the nurse replied before ending the call.
Christian scowled. “I could have gone tomorrow.”
"I want you to go today. I’ll come with you," Ivy said firmly.
Christian groaned and buried his face against her chest, nuzzling lazily. “Can we go tomorrow? I want to be with you right now.”
"No." Ivy cupped his face, lifting it so their eyes met. Then, unexpectedly, she arched up and kissed him softly on the lips.
“You’re coming with me?” Christian asked, his voice tinged with surprise. “What about work?”
"Look at the time. I’m already late because of you." Ivy shot him a small glare.
A sheepish smile crossed his lips before he captured her mouth again, kissing her until she was breathless.
Chapter 26 My Wife
“Mr. Evans, please sit here,” the nurse instructed as she led Ivy, and Christian inside the therapy room.
The doctor glanced at Christian, then at Ivy, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. “Do you want her to leave the room?” he asked Christian.
"It’s alright," Christian replied nonchalantly. "She can stay."
The doctor nodded and began the session, handing Christian some papers to mark his answers. The nurse exited the room, closing the door behind her.
As Christian settled into his seat in front of the doctor, Ivy moved to stand near the door, keeping a respectful distance to stay out of their way.
Once Christian completed the questionnaire, the doctor looked up. “Are you still getting nightmares?”
Christian shook his head. “Not that much anymore. A few here and there, but not as often as before.”
“That’s good.” The doctor smiled professionally. “Have they changed? Or are they still the same?”
Christian’s fingers curled slightly as he answered. "I've started seeing my mom’s face clearly in those dreams now. She left me on the street and disappeared, and I kept shouting her name for a long… long time." He shuddered slightly, his gaze flickering toward Ivy for a brief moment, embarrassment shadowing his face.
“Ever since I saw her again five years ago, I’ve been seeing her face clearly in my nightmares. Not just a black silhouette like before. And nowadays, it’s more vivid, like it just happened yesterday.”
"Christian, that’s a good sign," the doctor reassured him. "Don't look so worried. It’s actually great progress."
Christian's brows furrowed.