Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 78

Ximena's

POV

"I asked with a frown when did you get back," I inquired.

He replied with a smile, "This evening. I came straight from the airport. I couldn't wait to see you."

Furrowing my brows, I responded, "And the best way to show that was to come into my office as a patient and scare me."

Chuckling, he walked towards my chair and sat down. "You? Scared? Are you capable of feeling scared?" he asked playfully, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Snickering, I dryly replied, "Very funny," and took a seat on the chair across my desk.

"Why did you get back so late? I thought you told me you would be back sooner," I continued the conversation.

"The meeting took longer than expected, and I had to wait until we finished," he explained, running his hand through his raven-black hair. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, I could tell he looked tired. "Why didn't you go straight home from the airport? I would have come to meet you after my shift," I suggested.

"I wanted to see you first," he shrugged.

"I still have two more appointments. Will you be able to wait for me?" I asked with concern.

He nodded, checking the time on his watch. "Absolutely," he replied. As a knock sounded on the door, I stood up to answer it.

The lady and I exchanged greetings. She glanced at both Cole and me, visibly confused. I had removed my white coat earlier so it was difficult for her to tell who she had an appointment with.

"Don't mind me. She's the gynecologist, not me," Cole clarified, standing up from my chair. He walked over to the sofa at the far end of my office and sat down, plugging in his ear pods to give us some privacy. The lady and I engaged in conversation, and after a while, I recommended that she come back the following day for a further check-up. Finally, I finished with all my appointments after a very long time.

Feeling tired, I yawned and stretched. Taking off my glasses, I noticed that Cole had fallen asleep. A devious smirk crept across my face. Carefully, I tiptoed towards him, intending to scare him just as he had scared me. But before I could touch him, he grabbed my hand and opened his eyes.

"Did you think I was asleep?" he asked, smirking. I scoffed.

"You are no fun at all," I retorted, pulling my hand away.

"You must have really missed me. Why didn't you just say so? I would have gladly let you touch me," he teased, walking up behind me.

"Go away," I said, grabbing my bag. I turned around, closed the blinds, and switched off the lights. Together, we walked outside, chatting and laughing. Cole had been gone for almost a month, and I missed his company, although I didn't admit it. I noticed that he attracted a lot of stares, as usual, from both men and women. People couldn't help but be captivated by his looks-his short, raven black hair, oval-shaped face with a prominent jaw and chin, well-defined straight nose, full eyebrows, and mischievous brown eyes. His brown skin, along with his tall, well-built physique, added to his charm. He worked out a lot which was obvious from his well-built body, well, we both worked out. As we approached the front desk, I needed to sign out, as it was compulsory for all doctors to indicate their names and the end time of their shifts before another doctor took over. I overheard some nurses whispering behind us.

"Do you see that incredibly attractive man over there? He's so handsome that I could gaze at him all day. I wouldn't mind having his children," she dreamily swooned. Cole smiled at them, and she let out a squeal. I sighed.

"Before you start fantasizing about babies, do you know who he is?" the other nurse standing beside her asked.

"I don't care. I only want him," she insisted, gazing at him and biting her lips seductively.

"He's Doctor Ximena's husband," she whispered. The nurse who had been infatuated with Cole gasped.

"No way. Doctor Ximena? When did she get married to such a good-looking man? What a shame. I wanted him," she replied sadly.

"Except you want a few broken bones. That Mr over there is happily married, and they are a wonderful family. Forget about those dreams of yours and let's leave" she informed her. They both walked away, while I dropped the pen and headed towards Cole. "You can see that other women want me, right? You have to treat me well, wife," he smirked. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Suddenly, that gangster with a gold chain and his cronies appeared in front of me, causing me to stop abruptly. I stood in a defensive posture, thinking they were about to attack me. The man with the gold chain smiled at me and smacked one of his underlings on the head, who was about to strike me.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Ximena. We didn't mean to startle you. I believe we didn't formally introduce ourselves earlier. I'm Tom," he said, extending his hand toward me with a smile.

"Wow, Ximena, just wow. You're friends with gangsters now?" Cole asked, sounding amused. I nudged his arm with my elbow and stared skeptically at Tom's outstretched hand. He retracted it, but the smile remained on his face.

"You must be shocked. We're sorry for our earlier behavior. We didn't know who you were. Our boss made sure we apologized," he explained.

"And why is that?" I asked, gazing intently at him.

"You took care of our boss when he needed it. We heard you called the doctor who treated him. For that, we're deeply grateful to you," he said, and they all bowed. I stared at them in surprise. They stepped aside, revealing their boss, who had been treated for a bleeding head wound. It was true, I had called one of the doctors from the surgery department to attend to him. He was bleeding profusely, and Tom stubbornly refused to let a nurse stitch his wounds. If left untreated, he could have bled out. Their boss smiled at me without uttering a word. We all exchanged silent glances for a while. Was he mute? I looked at Tom questioningly.

"Our boss lost his teeth during a fight, so he can't speak," he explained. His boss nodded, flashing me a wide grin.

"Oh, okay?" Cole said in surprise. His teeth were completely...gone.

"We get the message," I said after he continued to grin. He snapped his mouth shut and nodded at me with another smile. He muttered something incoherently, startling Cole and me. Tom nodded as if he understood everything. "He said we owe you a debt, and we always repay our debts. If you ever need help, we'll be there to assist you," he translated.

"Was that what he just said?" I muttered, pointing at his boss in disbelief.

"Yes, it was. You can find us at the Flawless Club downtown. Our boss owns the place, so you can always find us there if you need us," he said.

"Thank you, but I don't think I Thank you, but I don't think I'll need your help," I politely declined.

Tom nodded. "We'll be right here if you ever need us," he said, and they all turned to leave. One of his subordinates stayed behind, looking at me curiously.

"Excuse me, Doctor. Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked. Cole chuckled. I remembered him as the one I had beaten up.

"Do you want to get beaten up again?" I asked seriously in my tone.

"Have a good night, Doctor," he bowed and hurriedly ran away.

"I've only been away for three weeks, and you've already gotten into a fight and become best friends with gangsters. You're simply unbelievable," he said, shaking his head as he held the car door open for me. I got in, and he joined me. "It's all a misunderstanding," I replied, leaning my head against the window.

"Tell me all about it," he said, curious. I began recounting everything that had happened to him. He burst into laughter. We arrived at our house, and he parked the car in the driveway.

"Do you think they're asleep?" Cole whispered as we quietly opened the door.

"If they are, we shouldn't wake them up. Let's go upstairs quietly," I whispered back. He nodded, and we both entered. The living room was dark, with the lights off, but our werewolf vision allowed us to see clearly. Cole held my hand as we cautiously made our way upstairs. Suddenly, the lights turned on, and we stopped in our tracks immediately.

We turned to face the two pups standing before us, trying to mask our expression as smoothly as possible.

"Mummy, Daddy, where are you both tiptoeing to?" they asked in their little adorable synchronized voices.