She looked at him without guilt in her heart. She wasn't doing anything.

Annoyance rose in her heart as he looked at her accusingly.

Moriah felt her blood rushing up to her head; it should be her giving him that look because a woman was clinging to his arm like they were lovers.

However, she maintained her composure.

Moriah briefly assessed the woman beside her husband, and she seemed like a model, the likes of the women Ethan had always been seen with.

She wasn't surprised in the least; models and celebrities are his type.

It puzzled Moriah why Ethan married her, a woman who wears a scrub suit almost every day, when she was the exact opposite of his type.

Moriah deduced that Ethan must have an ulterior motive in marrying her.

And that left her heart to become cold.

Moriah's gaze swept from the woman to Ethan. She gave him an indifferent look that utterly irritated Ethan and looked back at Fang Wei.

Ethan was unsettled that Moriah's cold and indifferent gaze instantly changed into a warm and tender look when she moved her attention back to Fang Wei.

Ethan and his lady companion sat at a table next to Moriah's table.

"Fang Wei, can I hold the baby?" Moriah asked, her charming smile revealing the small dimple near her lips.

Ethan was rather agitated seeing her smile like that at the man.

Fang Wei took his baby and gave it to her; Moriah giggled when the baby smiled at her.

"Oh, you're so beautiful," Moriah cooed.

"Just like you," Fang Wei said, and reached out to push a tendril of Moriah's hair behind her ear.

The sight was an eyesore to Ethan. His wife allowed a man to flirt with her.

His agitation was intensified by the next words of the man.

"If we weren't separated, we would have been together." Fang Wei winked at her.

Moriah chuckled. "You are joking again; order our food now." She looked at the baby and touched the baby's nose.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" asked Fang Wei.

"Don't ask me; you already know what I like," she said while she was making faces to make the baby smile.

Ethan's sharp eyes never turned away from Moriah and Fang Wei, who were like husband and wife with their baby.

"Do you know the couple?" Hazel asked Ethan; she had observed that the whole time they sat, Ethan's eyes were on them.

"No," his answer was curt, which made Hazel shut her mouth.

"Alright, what do you like for lunch?" Hazel asked coquettishly after some time.

"You choose anything," he answered her, but his eyes were still fixated on Moriah and Fang Wei.

Watching Moriah with another man made Ethan lose his appetite, and he hardly touched his dinner.

Ethan was completely unaware of Hazel's presence while his eyes were drawn to Moriah.

Hazel was livid and unknowingly gripped the knife and fork like a vise grip. She looked at Moriah like she was stabbing her with the knife and fork.

After they ate their lunch, Fang Wei settled their bill and departed with Moriah.

Moriah helped Fang Wei settle the baby in the car. After which, he hugged Moriah while Moriah patted his back.

"Bye, call me if you need me," Moriah said. They didn't bring up his divorce, but she knew he needed the comfort of a friend.

On her way to her car, she saw Ethan walking with Hazel latching her body onto his arm as if someone was going to snatch him away from her.

Smirking was all she could do in her situation now. When she was opening her car, she overheard Hazel.

"Ethan, are you coming back with me to the hotel?" Moriah wanted to gag as she heard her saccharine voice.

He looked at Moriah, but she spared him not a glance and replied, "Yes."

Moriah completely ignored him, then sat in the driver's seat and drove away.

The temperature inside Ethan's car dropped as he was emanating a cold aura.

His assistant sensed that Ethan was in a bad mood because his wife didn't even bother to look his way.

He dared not meet Ethan's eyes because he was afraid of becoming the buffer.

He silently sat in the passenger seat and prayed he wouldn't notice him.

Even the chauffeur didn't dare to look at the rearview mirror, afraid that he would meet Ethan's bone-chilling gaze.

Moriah reached the mansion and went to the master bedroom at once.

She soaked in a warm bath to relax her aching muscles. She did two surgeries during her shift plus the checkups.

A full half hour of soaking helped her body relax.

Finishing her skincare routine, she donned a silk spaghetti-strap chemise, showing ample of her bosom. The length of the chemise was just below her buttocks.

A gasp broke out of her mouth when she saw Ethan's intense look.

She turned and entered the walk-in closet and put on a silk robe before reemerging from the closet.

"I've seen everything in your body; no need to cover," Ethan said mockingly.

He loosened his necktie and went to the bathroom. After a while he went out with just a towel wrapped around his waist, sporting his chiseled torso.

He approached Moriah, who was consumed by reading a book.

Moriah smelled his scent but didn't lift her head to look at him.

It wasn't until Ethan took the book from her that she looked up to him.

A raging tempest started to build up in his chest when Moriah glared at him.

Not even a faint hint of desire was seen in her eyes. She didn't even notice his body that women drool upon seeing.

Was he that unattractive to her? His ego was badly hurt.

"What are you doing? Give me my book!" Said Moriah angrily. Like a tigress, she looked at him, ready to tear him apart.

"Is that how you welcome your husband?" Ethan sneered as his eyes narrowed.

She chuckled inwardly. How dare he say that? He left her without a word and didn't show his face for nearly four months.

He never called and asked how she was faring. She pretty much forgot she had a husband.

"Who was the man in the cafe?" He couldn't hide the swirling fury from his tone.

"A childhood friend," she responded without turning her eyes away.

"A childhood friend or sweetheart?" A mockery in his tone could be heard.

Moriah's forest green eyes narrowed; she looked away and said, "You're suspected of being cuckolded?" She couldn't help but chuckle and added, "A woman was clinging to you, and both of you spent time in a hotel. Who are you to ask me?"

"Are you jealous?" Ethan chuckled.

"Me?" Moriah pointed at herself.

"I'm jealous?" she laughed and then seriously looked at Ethan.

"I don't care how many women you bed. Just be discreet when you go out with your mistresses. I'm begging you, don't let my dad learn about your affair with other women. I don't want him to feel guilty for marrying me to you." Moriah huffed and got up from the bed, but Ethan held her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Moriah smacked his arms. "You, what are you doing? Get your hands off me."

"You're my wife; you have an obligation to me," he whispered into her ear.

Her body stiffened upon hearing Ethan; her palm began to sweat, and she got weak-kneed.

She looked him in the eyes. "Aren't you satisfied with your mistress? If she can't satisfy you, call your other woman. I'm sure you don't have a shortage of women."

Ethan's face darkened, and he responded between his gritted teeth. "You're my wife, and this is my marital right."

"If you want me to give you your marital rights, prepare to have a monogamous relationship and ensure that you have not contracted any sexually transmitted disease. I don't want to die early." Moriah was able to break free from his grip as Ethan was taken aback, and she dashed to the bathroom.

Ethan went after her and banged the door. "Moriah, open the door!"

Like a racing horse, her heart thumped wildly inside her ribcage.

At the thought of Ethan and another woman doing the deed, she gagged. She can't possibly yield her body to a man who has touched other women.

Retching, she ran towards the sink and threw up.

Ethan heard her retching. He took the spare key and opened the door.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Ethan worriedly asked her and stroked her back.

"No, I'm not." She pushed his arm away from her.

"Then, why are you vomiting? Are you pregnant?" He asked again.

Moriah shook her head negatively, and she puked. After vomiting, she brushed her teeth.

"Tell me, are you ill?" Ethan felt uneasy seeing his wife vomiting.

"Do you really want to know why I threw up?" Moriah asked while she was wiping her face.

"Yes," he answered.

"Just the thought of you touching other women and then touching me makes me puke." Moriah said and turned away, leaving a dumbfounded Ethan.

Ethan walked into the closet and got dressed.

The doors slammed with a bang as Ethan closed the doors behind him when he got out of the mansion.

Moriah couldn't be bothered by him leaving the house; rather, she's glad that he left so she could live her life peacefully.

She wished he wouldn't come back.

Moriah was surprised to see Ethan was having breakfast in the dining room when she came down after getting ready for her duty in the hospital.

'Didn't he leave the house last night? When did he come back?' She asked herself while she sat.

They had their breakfast in complete silence, ignoring each other's presence.

Moriah's phone rang when she was just leaving the dining room. She pulled out her phone and responded to the call immediately.

"Denver, is anything wrong?" she said.

"We need you here right now; there was a road accident, and many victims needed urgent surgery, and we lack doctors." Denver was panting when he spoke from the other end of the line.

"Alright, I'll be there in thirty minutes." She put her phone in her bag and walked out of the mansion in such a haste that she didn't notice the servant greeting her.

Opening her car door, she felt a hand hold her wrist. She turned with a tinge of annoyance in her face.

"What do you want? I'm in a hurry and need to perform a surgery," she said to Ethan with a frown and extricated her arm from his hold.

"I'll give you a ride to the hospital," he said, dragging her to his car.

"No, thank you, I can get there," she refused and withdrew her hand. She just can't stomach him touching her.

"With your car, you can't reach the hospital in twenty minutes. If you want to help the victims, then let me drive you to the hospital." He pulled her again toward his car.

Moriah let him be, as she didn't want to have a tug of war, and she was in a hurry.

They boarded Ethan's sports car, and Ethan effortlessly drove his car.

"From this point on, you're not going to drive your car. You'll use one of my cars, and a chauffeur will drive for you wherever you go," Ethan bossily said while his eyes were focused on the road.

"No need," Moriah refused him mercilessly.

Though her car wasn't that expensive, it was still quite okay and functions well.

Ethan held the steering wheel tightly so that his knuckles turned white, and he spoke coldly, "Your work requires you to arrive as quickly as possible whenever there's an emergency, and you need a fast and efficient car. And a chauffeur will be helpful for you too. That's final," he said high-handedly, and she sneered at his autocratic statement.

"Alright," she agreed just to stop the argument.

She knew better than to let this argument unsettle her. She needs a clear mind to be able to perform a surgery.

"Call me when you're going home, and I'll pick you up," Ethan said when they were at the hospital entrance.

"I don't have your phone number," she answered and got out of the car.

Ethan watched her dart to the hospital. His wife didn't even bother to get his phone number.

It seems that his wife's hatred towards him was deep in the bones. His face darkened at the thought of her deep hatred for him.

"You're fast," Denver said when she saw Moriah; it only took her nearly twenty minutes to reach the hospital.

She grunted her reply and went to wash her hands. "What's the patient's condition?"

"Fractured arms and legs and a dislocated bone," Denver said.

They both went into the operating theater and started to do the surgery after looking at the x-ray result.

After an hour and a half, the surgery was finished, and Moriah went to her office. Patients were already lined up for their checkup.

"Dr. Chen, what time am I going to call the patient in?" She knew that Moriah had been to the operating theater and done a surgery and that she needed some rest.

"We can start now." They were already sick, and she didn't have the heart to make them wait.

She grew up seeing her parents' kindheartedness and admired them for it.

Hence, she also developed a kind heart.

It was almost 2pm when her last patient left her office. Her door flung open, Cindy came in with a grin.

"Let's have lunch together." Her ears were itching to hear about Moriah's marriage with her sworn enemy. Moriah sent her a message that Ethan had arrived.

"Alright," she took her bag.

"Let's go," Cindy said excitedly.

"Dr. Westland, you have a patient," a nurse announced while they were walking in the lobby, halting their steps.

Moriah couldn't help but chuckle seeing the annoyed look on her friend's face.

"I'll check on my patient quickly. Surely, the other general practitioners are out. Come with me to my office." She pulled Moriah's hand, and they went to her office.

"I'm excited to hear from you about your jerk of a husband," she told Moriah while they entered her office.

Moriah chuckled and said, "You're really my best friend, hating my husband's gut as well."

Moriah almost jumped when the man turned his face toward her, but she recomposed herself at once.

She looked at him coldly and Hazel, then sat on the couch. She picked up a magazine and read it.

Cindy sneered and chuckled with mockery in her eyes. She looked at Ethan and Hazel and said, "What happened?"

"Doctor, I feel nauseous and dizzy," Hazel answered.

Moriah's hand froze, and she wasn't able to turn the page for a while.

What she heard made her inexplicably unsettled.

"When was your last period? And did you have sex after your period?" Cindy spoke coldly; she was hurt for her best friend.

She wanted to strangle Ethan and Hazel right there and then.

"5 weeks ago," Hazel answered, her face suffused with color.

"Did you have sex after that?" The irritation in Cindy's voice was beginning to manifest. And her eyes crossed, Ethan.

She sneered, seeing him looking innocent. There's no trace of guilt on his face.

Moriah didn't dare to look at them; she pretended to be busy reading the magazine.

But she couldn't understand a single thing about what she was reading, as her ears were attuned to their conversation.

"Yes," Hazel answered softly and bowed her head.

"Why are you ashamed? Sexual contact with your husband is a normal thing. Unless he isn't your husband." Cindy couldn't hide the mockery in her tone no matter how hard she concealed it.

She took Hazel inside to check on her. Moriah and Ethan were left in the office.

The place was shrouded with a thick silence as no one took the initiative to speak.

After a while Hazel and Cindy emerge from the room.

"A nurse will collect your blood and urine sample; you can come back tomorrow for the result," Cindy spoke blandly, devoid of warmth, which was opposite to the warm doctor she was.

Just like Moriah, Cindy has always been kind to her patients.

However, she felt sorry for her best friend being betrayed by her husband. All she could feel was anger.

"Can we wait for it?" It was Ethan who spoke.

Moriah felt uncomfortable hearing Ethan's voice.

There were myriads of emotions swimming in her chest. She can't determine or give a name to the emotions that filled her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mr...?" Cindy pretended not to know Ethan.

"Ethan Miller," Ethan got along, pretending that they were not acquainted.

"Mr. Miller, I was supposed to have lunch with my friend Dr. Chen when I was called to check on your wife. " Cindy raised one of her eyebrows and continued, "You can come back tomorrow," she said dismissively; she doesn't care if he is the high and mighty Ethan Miller.

Ethan was about to reply, but someone came in.

Moriah looked at the man who came and smiled at him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Moriah asked while she put the magazine back down on the magazine rack beside the coffee table.

"I came to check on you in your office, and your secretary told me you're with Dr. Westland. And I found out that she has a patient, so I ordered both of you your lunch. I ordered your favorite. " Denver placed the box in front of Moriah.

Ethan watched his wife smile brightly at Denver while saying thank you.

He was mad. She didn't even say thank you or smile at him when he drove her to the hospital.

"Hey, you're always biased; you didn't forget Moriah's favorite and never remembered my favorite." Cindy pursed her lips.

"Of course, Moriah is my favorite person in the world," Denver said half jokingly, his eyes looking tenderly at Moriah.

Ethan emanated a cold aura that made Hazel shudder. She followed Ethan's line of gaze and found out that he was staring at Denver and Moriah.

Hazel remembered seeing Moriah at the cafe yesterday.

"Isn't she the woman we saw in the cafe yesterday? Are you sure you don't know her?" She was doubting Ethan as he was looking at Moriah intently.

"Yes," Ethan answered icily.

"She is really something; she's got a drop-dead gorgeous husband and a child, and now a handsome doctor is flirting with her," she remarked with a sneer.

Cindy heard her comment and replied, "My friend is a noble woman; she doesn't flirt with men, especially with a married man."

"Mr. Miller, excuse me. We are going to have lunch. You can take your wife out first." She checked her watch and continued, "You come back after two hours; we'll have our lunch first."

Ethan stood up, his gaze trained at Moriah for an unknown time before he spoke. "Let's go."

He left the room with Hazel hot on his heels.