Alpha Ryder's POV
"Avoid tasks that add pressure to the injury." My friend, Eren, said, cutting a thread from the injury. He dropped the scissors in the basin and removed his gloves. "You're lucky it didn't pierce your heart. It was only an inch. A single inch and you would have kissed your mafia life goodbye."
I rolled my eyes at him and started buttoning up. "You nag too much."
"If I don't do that, who will?" He chuckled, walking towards his desk. "There's got to be someone reminding you that you're living your life recklessly."
I sneered at his remark. "Says the person who can't keep up with his marriage. Does she know you're planning a divorce again? Man, you can't even decide if you want the marriage or not. The first minute you're happy to be married and the next you want a divorce because you can't keep up again."
"Isn't that a bad living for someone with a certification as a doctor?" I said, and watched in satisfaction as the dirty smirk wiped off his face.
