My Innocent Doctor's
MID 13 | Patience limits Madeline.

"No, for the wall that is behind you" Peter murmured.

Madeline immediately rolled her eyeballs with a puff.

"I'm serious" said Madeline.

Pierre lazily replied, The operation performed with Madeline was so draining and time-consuming. Coupled with facing a completely innocent Madeline.

"Yes to you,"

"Don't tell me you've never been treated like this with a man?" asked Pierre curiously.

With her innocent face, Madeline nodded her head.

"Indeed, didn't you tell me yourself? If my life is too old-fashioned," Madeline replied casually.

"You are better suited to life in antiquity, an age where arranged marriages are rampant" Pierre said unknowingly.

Madeline stared intently at Pierre, Pierre's words completely rendered her inexhaustible. Was the man unconscious? If what he said just now, indirectly offended himself.

"There is no need to live in antiquity, the proof is that we are now married because of your insistence and coercion." Madeline murmured while devouring the cake in Pierre's hands. In addition to draining emotions, arguing with Pierre in fact can make Madeline hungry.

Pierre tight-lipped. The reply made by Madeline was able to realize her from the mistakes she made. But Pierre was not his name, if not able to turn things around with his false statements.

"That's part of the risk, if you're too easy for me to fool." Pierre devoured the cake in his hand.

Madeline immediately poked her lips, her face instantly grim.

"Talking to you just makes me bleed, I better get out of here. Before I became hypertensive because of you." said Madeline who passed by leaving Pierre alone.

The man was indifferent, as if feeling no guilt after what he had done to his wife. Pierre continued to fill his energy with food that he bought, considering that today the man has a busy schedule.

If people think being a Pierre Cardin Spencer is luck, it's all a big mistake. It was through all this with hard work and tears, the hard upbringing of Mr. Spencer made Pierre so ambitious and invincible.

After finishing his meal, Pierre passed straight to his study. The man must be prepared to do the next job, before being preoccupied with other activities.

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The day had begun to change in the morning, the time for Madeline and Pierre to finish their duties. Work at curfew, making both have to go home in the morning.

"Let's go home." take Pierre who is now standing in the doorway of Madeline's room.

"No need, I can go home by myself" Madeline declined. That woman is still upset by last night, after all who is not upset? Pierre really wants to win on his own and arbitrarily on him.

Pierre looked at Madeline curiously. Not without reason, Madeline went to work with him, using her car. If Madeline refuses. What does that woman want to use to go home?

"With what?" ask Pierre.

"Public vehicle" he answered without turning towards Pierre who was looking at him.

Hearing Madeline's reply, made both of Pierre's neutrals break into pieces. He could get a tantrum from his cousins Madeline, if he let her ride in public transport.

Quickly, Pierre immediately pulled Madeline's hand to follow him.

"Don't get me in trouble because of your decision, Madeline" said Pierre, who kept walking towards the car park.

Madeline immediately slammed into Pierre's rough hand as the two were in the parking lot saying, "Stop cornering myself, young master Spencer. It should be me who blames you, you who brings me into the trouble you create."

"I'm a fool when it comes to love and matchmaking. But I don't want you to keep blaming myself for all this,"

"If you keep blaming myself, I'm gonna complain to my cousin. You certainly know, don't you? My cousin Piero is what he looks like." Madeline threatened. Actually he is not a man who likes to threaten, it's just that the behavior of Pierre who continues to blame him makes the woman distracted to do it.

Pierre stiffens. He certainly knew who Piero was, looking at him for a while already made him feel intimidated. What about dealing with Madeline, her cousin who was so dear to the Eduardo family members? Maybe Pierre can stay by name.

He must apologize to Madeline. After all, it was Pierre's fault from the beginning. Pierre should have done this.

"Sorry," he said.

Madeline's eyebrows intertwined, staring in wonder at her husband. Just one word? really late Pierre.

"I'm sorry? What's for?" ask Madeline with a pretend.

"I'm sorry for always blaming yourself, and bringing you into the vortex of my troubles" Pierre explained, holding the nape of his neck.

Madeline who heard it immediately replied, "Yes,"

Madeline's answer made Pierre gawk, just two letters, one word. That was the answer Madeline said.

"That's all?" Pierre asked.

Madeline just nodded, "Yes, I have to give you an answer. Do I need to answer with a speech?" ask Madeline casually. But really, this time the woman again held back a laugh.

Now it's Pierre's turn to shake his head, "No need, you've wasted ten minutes. We should be in the middle of the journey right now, not talking to you like this" he said.

Madeline didn't care, she got into Pierre's car. Letting the man continue to grumble.

"Keep like that until night, if you need to stay overnight in the parking lot" Madeline said from the car.

Madeline's words were able to make Pierre move into the car, driving a car with a mood that was marked by frustration on the woman who holds the status as his wife.

All the way home, Madeline kept her eyes closed. The unbearable drowsiness, made the woman instantly fall asleep.

In contrast to Pierre, the man continued driving the car while staring in the direction around. Until his neutrality looked at someone he knew so well.

"Yara" he said very softly.

His heart was like it was sliced open to see his woman now together with the man he used to call Uncle. There was no depressed or unhappy look printed on his face, seeing it made Pierre sure that Yara had forgotten about him as the man who had once filled his life.

"Your words are inversely proportional to the explanation you gave me when you ended our relationship, Yara," she said, now in a state of shock.

Until the car driven by Pierre entered the apartment block that became the residence of himself and Madeline. Pierre turned his head, looking at Madelin who looked exhausted.

The operating schedule is so dense, making the woman have to sacrifice her rest. Not infrequently, Pierre often caught Madeline sleeping on the floor of the room because of fatigue.

Pierre took the phone out of his pocket, photographing Madeline's face that looked innocent yet so adorable to anyone who saw.

"You're totally innocent, Madeline. To the extent that you have to be involved in the plan that I made," he said while holding Madeline bridal style body to his apartment unit.