Viona's POV
We broke apart from the kiss, both of us breathing hard, then turned toward our respective bedside tables, where our phones were.
Rafael's phone kept ringing, insistent.
A second later, mine vibrated briefly with a new message.
We glanced at each other, weighing it—stop now, or keep going and ignore it.
"…It's from the hospital," he said, hesitantly.
"…You should take it," I answered, half-heartedly.
Right. This one was the perk of being a doctor's wife. His job itself acted like a perfect cockblock, and it was not even the first time.
After Rafael got off the bed and took the call, I reached for my phone and opened the message from my mother—the one I had been waiting for.
A smirk pulled at my lips as I read it.
If my father refused to pick up or meet me, then I would just go to him.
I glanced at Rafael as he came back from the balcony after finishing the call.
"I have an urgent surgery in two hours," he said.
