
{"id":29414,"date":"2026-02-06T12:33:28","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:33:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-117\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:33:28","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:33:28","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-117","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-117\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 117"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash 117<\/h1>\n<p>To avoid giving herself away, Rebecca put on an adoring\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>expression. \u201cI just admire Professor Shaw so much. You\u2019re the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>youngest professor of life sciences, both here and\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>internationally. I\u2019m sure I could learn so much from you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Adrian, who had been praised his entire life, suddenly felt his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>ears getting hot for some reason.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He avoided Rebecca\u2019s gaze and picked up his glass to take a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>sip of water.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou flatter me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After saying that, he asked, \u201cBy the way, I only know you as\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca. I don\u2019t actually know your name.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEleanor.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca\u2019s lips curled into a smile, her face a picture of pure\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>innocence.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Just then, her phone vibrated twice. She glanced down, saw it\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>was a message from Roderick, and after reading it, quickly\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>placed her phone face down on the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick: You don\u2019t have to go to all this trouble to get Adrian to\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>join the Whitman group. Be careful you don\u2019t try to hook him\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>and end up in the gutter yourself.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick and Madeleine got back a little after eleven.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kirsten was still awake. She heard the noise, came to open the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>door, and gasped when she saw them.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSir!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>You\u2026 what happened to you and Madeleine?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Outside the door, Roderick had a messy bird\u2019s nest of hair and\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>was carrying Madeleine in his arms. She was already asleep,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>nestled against him.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kirsten felt a bit awkward as she stole a few more glances at\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick\u2019s hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Is that\u2026 the new trendy hairstyle?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKirsten, could you please make some Hangover\u2013Relief Broth?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, yes, of course. So Madeleine is drunk. I\u2019ll go make it right\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After carrying Madeleine back to the room, Roderick helplessly\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>ruffled his own hair a couple of times.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>An hour ago, the two of them were having a romantic, delicious\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>candlelight dinner, enjoying the evening scenery on the cruise\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>ship, whispering sweet, flirty things to each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Everything was beautiful and peaceful.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He never should have caved and let Madeleine drink!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Just over half a glass of red wine, and she started slurring her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>words, her eyes getting hazy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>If Roderick hadn\u2019t stopped her with all his might, she would\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>have already jumped into the sea to take a bath.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After he finally managed to stop her from jumping into the sea,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine clung to Roderick like a koala, insisting she wanted\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>to do clay sculpting.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Sculpting what?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick\u2019s hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When Mathew came to pick them up, he was too stunned to speak. Madeleine was just hanging on Roderick, her hands\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>vigorously messing up his hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And through it all, Roderick didn\u2019t show the slightest bit of\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>anger, only helplessness and adoration in his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Mathew had always thought of himself as a model husband,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>but compared to this, he still had a long way to go.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After Roderick brought Madeleine back to the room, he took off\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her makeup and wiped her face with a hot towel.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It wasn\u2019t the first time he\u2019d done this, so he was quite skilled at\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kirsten finished making the Hangover\u2013Relief Broth and brought\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>it over, seeing that Madeleine had already changed into her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>pajamas and was sleeping soundly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019s already asleep. Should I still wake her up?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes. If she doesn\u2019t drink some of the broth, she\u2019ll have a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>headache when she wakes up tomorrow.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After speaking, Roderick helped Madeleine sit up, letting her lean against him.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaddie?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine smacked her lips a couple of times and cracked her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>eyes open a sliver.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs my clay sculpture fired yet?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick grimaced. If this \u201cclay sculpture\u201d was fired, he\u2019d be\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>bald.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Though speechless, he still played along with her. \u201cIt\u2019s being\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>fired now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh\u2026 When it\u2019s done, I\u2019m going to give it to you. I sculpted a little rabbit for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cA little rabbit?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Why?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause I\u2019m the one who killed that little rabbit you had as a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>kid, waah\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine suddenly burst out crying, startling Kirsten so much\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>she almost spilled the Hangover\u2013Relief Broth.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick could only soothe her with a few words, then took the bowl and fed her the broth spoonful by spoonful.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After tasting it and deciding it was pretty good, Madeleine\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 117\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>decisively took the bowl and drank more than half of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Then, she fell right back to sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kirsten let out a sigh of relief. \u201cMadeleine\u2019s tolerance for alcohol\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>and her behavior when drunk\u2026 really haven\u2019t improved at all.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick smiled and nodded, thinking to himself that he\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>couldn\u2019t get soft and agree to let her drink anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It was one thing when he was with her, but what if no one was\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>around and she started making a drunken scene on the street?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow was Kevin today?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Did he misbehave?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash 117 To avoid giving herself away, Rebecca put on an adoring\u00a0 expression. 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