Chapter 13 - 13

13

Morgan's POV

As we walked to the lab, we kept talking. Mostly him doing the talking while I, doing the questioning. We talked about the hospital, and how he happened to be the owner of such a big hospital at such a young age.

"Really? How old do you think I am?"

I laughed, looking at my shoes, and then back at him. "I don't know." I finally said.

"Take a wild guess."

I looked at him trying to figure out how old he could be, but I couldn't come up with anything. I had been calling him young, and he sure looked young, but how young was he?

"Twenty seven? Or twenty eight I guess." I said with a shrug.

"Nope, wrong." He said with a smile. "Think again."

After two more failed attempts, I finally have up. I wasn't that much of a genius anyway, except when it came to business deals and evil setups.

"Twenty six." He said, dropping my jaw.

"Twenty six? I was this close." I said, making a tiny hole with my index finger and my thumb. But he sure was young. A CEO at age twenty six? That was crazy!! Like I was one to talk. How old was I anyway.

"Let me guess your age then." I said cutting me out of my thoughts. "Let's say...twenty... something?"

"I out a lot of effort into guessing yours, don't I get to deserve that same effort?"

"You do, a whole lot. Let's say twenty two?"

"Hmm,"

"Am I far away from your real age or close?" He asked as we were bearing the lab.

"You know," I said in a whisper. "It's rude to ask a lady her age."

"My apologies."

"You're forgiven. But don't worry, I'm not a hundred year old woman."

We both laughed at the joke. I won't tell him he had guessed it right though, that's for me to know.

We got to the lab and walked in, and then he left after having a little talk with the doctor that was meant run the tests. The doctor, doctor Mayfield, ran some tests on me, a couple tests.

"And we're done miss Rosewood. I would love you to wait a few minutes outside the laboratory, for your test results." I nodded, and headed out.

Outside, Winston was no where to be found. Should I say I felt a twang of disappointment or was it hurt. Why did I feel like he was supposed to be waiting for me outside the laboratory. What was my problem?!

I sat on the seat outside the laboratory, waiting for my test results, while looking at the way we came to see if Winston was coming. And each time I'd catch myself doing that, I'd get angry for being a fool.

"Miss Rosewood?" Dr. Mayfield called. He walked out of the lab, holding my test results in his hands. I looked at him, and got up from them seat.

"So?"No asked looking at him.

"I think you should take a look." He said handing me the result. It was a bunch of jargon I couldn't understand. "What does this say?" I asked looking from the result to him.

"It says that you are perfectly fine, except, you are stressed out. " He said with a half smile.

"Oh." Where the only words I could form.

"But you look really stressed out. Was there anything that happened recently that pulled you out of your normal state into a state of anger or something like that...?"

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