The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

The car moved rapidly and steadily. Half an hour later, they arrived at the Champion Hospital.

Chance had been informed by Allen yesterday and had made preparations. At the moment, all the executives, doctors and nurses in the hospital were standing in two rows, dressed in white, at the hospital gate. They looked like two white dragons from a distance, giving an impression of unprecedented solemnity and seriousness.

For the first time in the history of the Champion Hospital, all the medical staff was waiting for the arrival of someone important with such earnestness.

Therefore, all the doctors and nurses couldn't help whispering about the visitor who was coming soon. They wondered who on earth could get their hospital president to initiate such a spectacular welcoming ceremony.

As the president of the hospital, Chance, wearing a white coat and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, was very handsome.

He was now standing at the head of the line and looked gravely out at the wide road ahead, expecting the arrival of Miss Zoey, who would probably save his mother Leila.

When Allen's car arrived, Chance suddenly became very nervous and raised his hand, and all the voices behind him died away. Everyone stood straight and looked ahead. None of them dared to make a sound.

The door opened and a pair of burgundy high heels stepped gracefully on the ground. When Joey got out of the car and stood in front of the welcoming staff, everyone gasped.

Today she was wearing light makeup, but her plump lips were dabbed with bright red lipstick. She wore a white chiffon one-shoulder high-waisted dress that bore a striking resemblance in color to those of the doctors and nurses. But a large black flower bloomed in the loose hemlines. The black flower was lifelike and intimidating in the wind.

Joey's makeup and dress made her look elegant, noble and gorgeous, yet there was an indescribable strangeness about her.

All the doctors and nurses were amazed and intimated by her appearance.

Chance was petrified.

He stared at Joey as she got out of the car, looked up at him with a faint smile on her cold face, and then walked gracefully toward him.

"Joey, is it you?" Chance couldn't believe his eyes. He thought she was Joey, but doubted his own conclusion. Four years had passed, and the woman standing in front of him was a totally different person.

However, when he saw Allen and Philip getting out of the car, he had to believe that the woman who had changed so much was indeed Joey.

Joey looked at Chance's handsome face with a big smile on her face and said, "Mr. Chance, it's very kind of you to give me such a grand welcome, thanks. But what will happen to your patients since you've asked all the doctors and nurses out to meet me? If anything should happen to your patients, I would certainly feel sorry about it. Tell them all to go back to work. I'd like to talk to you alone."

Chance's heart was pounding, and his face went pale.

He didn't expect Miss Zoey was actually Joey.

Words couldn't describe how he felt at the moment. He was certainly very happy and even a little exited to see Joey again. After all, she was the woman he had always wanted but failed to get. Her return meant that he finally had another chance. But he didn't want her to show up at such a time, in such a place and with such an identity.

His heart trembled, because he realized what she had come back for. She was smiling and polite. But the more polite she seemed to be, the more scared he became.

He didn't need to be reminded by Allen that Joey was no longer the woman she used to be.

He invited her into the lavishly decorated VIP room where he tried to compose himself and invited her to tea.

Philip and Allen didn't accompany her to the room at her request, which meant that Chance and Joey were alone in the huge room.

Joey took the tea Chance had brewed and took a sip. She smiled, "I can't believe your hands can not only rescue the dying, but also make tea. I'm wondering what else you can do with your hands, like killing?"

Rescuing and killing were two words with opposing connotations, but a doctor was capable of both.

Chance's eyelashes were trembling. He knew Joey was reminding him of her child he had killed.

He frowned and didn't know what to say for a moment. Now she had what he wanted most, and he was too afraid to do anything wrong. He finally forced a smiled and asked, "We haven't seen each other for years. Have you recovered from your illness?"000