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The Heart Surgeon’s Last Patient Novel Chapter 288

Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 288

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He said, staring at Charlotte. 

“You couldn’t stand it, so you secretly took me out to eat every 

day.” 

Charlotte’s hand, holding the fork, paused for a moment. 

Then, as if nothing happened, she picked up some of the 

Tomato & Egg Stir–fry with her fork, put it in her mouth, and 

mumbled, “That’s ancient history. Who even remembers?” 

“I remember.” 

Bradley’s voice was subdued. 

“I remember everything about you.” 

Charlotte found the food in her mouth hard to swallow. 

It was actually delicious. The eggs were cooked just right- 

tender, smooth, and savory, coated in a sweet and sour sauce 

that was very appetizing. 

She just felt guilty. 

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“Let’s not talk about it. Let’s eat first.” 

“Mm.” 

Bradley nodded, and they continued to eat in silence. 

When they finished eating, Charlotte put down her fork, stood 

up, and reached for the dishes. “I’ll do the dishes.” 

At almost the same time, Bradley also stood up, his large hand 

pressing down on the back of hers as she was about to pick up 

the plate. 

His palm was warm against her cool skin, and they both paused 

almost imperceptibly. 

“I’ll do it.” 

Bradley’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable tone. 

Charlotte instinctively pulled her hand back, as if burned by the 

warmth. 

She 

forced a smile, trying to lighten her tone. “It’s not right to make 

a guest do the dishes. 

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You should sit and rest.” 

“Guest?” 

Bradley’s brows knitted together instantly, his face darkened, 

and the gentle warmth from before vanished completely as he stared at her with sharp eyes. 

“Charlotte, am I just a ‘guest‘ to you?” 

Charlotte was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, knowing she had said the wrong thing. 

She looked at his tense jawline and clearly displeased expression, sighed to herself, and softened her tone: 

“That’s not what I meant… Look, you made dinner, and it was so delicious I’m stuffed. How could I let you do the dishes too?” 

She paused, her gaze falling on his hands–with their well- defined knuckles–that once only played sports and games, but 

could now perform surgery and cook delicious meals. 

Charlotte’s voice grew softer, almost like a sigh: “It’s just… it 

pains me. I don’t want you to do any more work.” 

The last sentence was light as air, but it was like a feather, 

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precisely tickling the most tender spot in Bradley’s heart. 

The cold, hard aura around him just melted away. 

He silently watched Charlotte as she stood by the table, her 

eyelashes lowered, looking a little lost. 

He watched for several seconds, then let out a nearly inaudible 

sigh and released his hand. 

“Mm.” 

He gave a low hum of agreement and didn’t insist, turning to 

walk to the living room. His back seemed much more relaxed, 

but it was still straight. 

Charlotte watched his back, her heart filled with mixed 

emotions. 

She quickly cleared the dishes and carried them into the 

kitchen. 

The sound of the running faucet covered her somewhat erratic 

heartbeat. 

Bradley sat on the living room sofa. He didn’t turn on the TV, 

just stared intently in the direction of the kitchen. 

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The glass door reflected her blurry, busy figure, the warm yellow light outlining her silhouette. 

It pains her… 

The phrase swirled in his mind, bringing a faint sweetness that 

was quickly drowned by a greater bitterness. 

Her feelings for him… perhaps there was still some old 

affection, the care of an older sister for a younger brother, 

maybe even a hint of guilt. 

But was there any love in any of it? 

Even a little bit? 

Charlotte was looking down, rinsing the soap off the rim of a 

bowl. Outside the kitchen, Bradley’s phone on the sofa began to 

ring unexpectedly. 

Bradley frowned and glanced at the screen. It was an unknown 

number with no contact name, but the area code was local. 

He didn’t want to answer, but the ringing was persistent. 

Taking a deep breath, Bradley hit the answer button, his voice 

clearly impatient. “Hello?” 

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A woman’s whiny, tearful voice immediately came from the 

other end. 

“Bradley… is that you, Bradley? 

I’m your father’s…” 

The woman’s voice was choppy, crying as she spoke. Halfway 

through, Bradley guessed who she was. 

“Speak.” 

“Help me. Can you help me talk to Mr. Kline? Please? 

I know I was wrong, I really do. I don’t want to break up… I 

genuinely love Mr. Kline…” 

Bradley’s expression darkened instantly, a flash of disgust in his 

eyes. 

He’d seen plenty of his father’s flock of mistresses. They all 

claimed to be “genuine,” but all they wanted was his father’s 

money and status. 

He instinctively looked up toward the kitchen. Behind the glass 

door, Charlotte was focused on washing the dishes. 

Bradley grew even more irritated. 

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