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Accident Prone

Elizabeth (aka Liz): an attractive young lady, smart, career-driven, self-sufficient, wants to save the world (one surgery at a time). Maximilian (aka Max): hot, smart, rich, playboy, who loves to party! What happens when Liz and Max meet due to an accident? Their personalities are clashing but persistent accidents keep pulling them together. An accident: an event that happens by chance or that is without apparent or deliberate cause. ... Mature content! 18+ … Excerpt from the story... Max was confused. "Aren't you appalled by my words? Offended? Why are you still here and not running to your place?" Liz shrugged. "Last night you promised no lies. And I hope that you are comfortable enough with me to say what is on your mind. No matter if you are gay or not, the fact that I feel safe with you will not change. Unless you do something to prove me wrong." Max was surprised by this logic. But then he remembered the deal they made: he will not lie, no games and he will treat her with respect… and she believes him. "You want to know what is on my mind?" He decided to try his luck: "I want to kiss you." Liz frowned for a second while thinking about how to respond. Then she craned her neck and pointed at her cheek. "Here." Max was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "That is not the kiss I was going for." "That is the only one you will get. Take it or leave it." Max is not silly to miss an opportunity. "I will take whatever you are willing to give me." ... This is a heartwarming story that will make you all warm and fuzzy while you laugh and sigh... --- Thank you for reading! ***** I own the cover. ***** Check out my other novels: - "Is this Destiny?" - "Amara - Reunion" - "The Supreme Alpha" - "The Alpha's Bride"

RedSonia · 现代言情
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505 Chs

Jackson at the FMC (5)

In Liz's office…

"I am surprised that you have so less data about Jackson's epilepsy.", Liz didn't try to hide her displeasure.

"Dr. Williams, Jackson's epilepsy is handled by his neurosurgeon. I only know this high-level information.", Dr. Schmitt said with a wry smile.

"You said that you never examined him after a seizure, and you never witnessed a seizure either. How can you be confident that Jackson has epilepsy?"

Dr. Schmitt waved his hands defensively. "The epilepsy was diagnosed by another doctor. I saw the report and I believe that the specialist knows his job. Are you expecting me to doubt the diagnosis of a neurosurgeon?"

Liz exhaled. "Of course, not."

She knows that this is common practice with general practitioners: they trust specialists because they don't have enough knowledge. But this is Jackson and she is trying to find the truth, and the fact that this man does not have any useful information is frustrating.