Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 90

Rosalind didn’t catch David’s desperate signal, her smile faint. “I’m just repeating rumors.”

Thank God you know you’re spreading rumors! David wiped his brow.

Rosalind added, “But rich people play by different rules. You can never really be sure with someone like Mr. Turner.”

You could have just left that last part out! David was exhausted. He didn’t dare look at Mr. Turner anymore.

Warner just sat there, dressed in a black suit. The slight upward curve of his eyes held a cold, dangerous edge.

Rosalind finally sat up straight and poured Warner another cup of tea. “Everything I just said was in jest. But there is one thing that can be explained from a medical standpoint. Not letting people get close could be due to some kind of allergy.”

David was astonished once again. She hadn’t even met Mr. Turner, yet she could deduce his condition based on rumors alone. He had to admit, while Cure-Master’s words were unreliable, her medical skills were the real deal.

Warner heard this and looked at Rosalind, a half-smile on his lips. “This Mr. Turner does experience mild discomfort from physical contact with anyone outside his family. In severe cases, he breaks out in a rash all over his body.”

“You even know that?” Rosalind’s eyes narrowed. “It seems your relationship with Mr. Turner isn’t so ‘acquaintance-like’ after all.”

Warner unwrapped a medicated lozenge and put it in his mouth, his movements methodical and refined. “As you said earlier, we’re in the same circle. It’s not exactly a secret.”

“True.” Rosalind smiled, seemingly done with the topic of the Turner family.

Warner’s gaze was lowered, his handsome face partially obscured by the shadows of the tree. “Is there no possibility at all?”

Rosalind thought she had misheard. “What?”

Warner’s voice was soft. “Of treating Mr. Turner.”

Rosalind thought for a moment. “Before, there was no chance. But after this encounter, I have to say, the Turner family truly comes from a long line of honorable people. Their principles are strong—they don’t bully the weak or seize what isn’t theirs. They even returned the Celestial Nettle to me. They’re good people.”

David breathed a sigh of relief. After all that, things had finally come full circle.

Suddenly, he leaned in.

Rosalind was caught off guard. A faint scent of tobacco mixed with the man’s own crisp fragrance filled her senses.

It was a pleasant and distinct scent, completely different from everything else around them.

“Eventually, you’ll find out whether that Mr. Turner likes men or not.”

His slightly deep voice brushed past her ear, carrying a hint of warmth.

She was usually the one who got close to her patients. This was the first time a patient had gotten this close to her, so close their breaths could almost touch.

Rosalind turned her head, her eyes landing on the bridge of his nose. As her lips curved into a smile, a small dimple appeared, both innocent and beautiful. “Let’s not talk about him. Do you want to stay for dinner?”