Seeing Hayden take care of the boy so caringly reminded me of how he took care of the little girl who was sick before at the amusement park. It wasn’t just his job, but his clothing also changed when he worked as a doctor. The first time that I saw Hayden in his doctor uniform, I almost squealed like a crazy fan girl. Hayden really does look good in anything.


    "Stop staring so much…" Hayden muttered, and I wasn’t sure if felt kind of shy or not.


    "It’s my first time seeing you dressed like this," I mumbled as my eyes continued staring at him.


    "Does it look funny?" Hayden asked with a chuckle.


    "Not at all. I think it suits you…in a strange way…" I replied honestly.


    "In a strange way?" Hayden said as he arched a brow at me curiously.


    "Umm…you look like a bad doctor," I replied before I started to giggle.


    Although he’s no longer an official mafia, he still somehow acts like one and the vibe about him wasn’t normal for sure.


    Maybe…it’s in the blood?


    When he first told me that he woulde out to work in these remote areas to take care of patients, I got the stereotypical image of him working in a worn-out clinic and living a harsh life while struggling to handle the patients. However, the truth was very different. Hayden wasn’t the standard poor doctor who was trying to do good for the society. He was a very rich one.


    His hospitals and clinics were always clean and professional in every way. The ce nevercked funding and although Hayden was tired from work regrly, his life wasn’t left in rags. On the contrarily, Hayden still wore his expensive-looking white suit like always without the fear of it getting dirty.


    He would asionally wear the white doctor gown on top when he was in the hospital to meet the patients. Overall, I thought he looked amazing as a doctor.


    It wasn’t muchter that I found out that Hayden’s project wasn’t just sucking up money from the boss’spany, but it was making loads of money on its own. That money came from treating members of many gangs and many cases where the patient couldn’t receive treatment from regr hospitals. I found out that the underground healthcare business was a big and booming business.


    It was like shooting two birds with one stone. On one hand, Hayden would help the poor and on the other hand, he could milk the shady rich as well.


    …


    **Many monthster**


    "I never thought the event would be this grand…" my professormented before shing me a proud smile.


    "Me neither. I didn’t think that something like this would garner so much public attention both in the artmunity and out of it," I agreed readily.


    After working hard for many months after the opening of the art gallery, everything was in ce, and I was ready to host my first ever art event at my own art gallery. A lot of hard work and literal tears went into making this event a reality. It was a real dreame true moment for me to see so many people turn up to this event.


    It wasn’t just about the recognition that I had received, but it was also the joy attached to having so many people appreciate my work of art.


    Thanks to Hayden’s support, I also received attention from people outside of the artmunity especially those from interior design. Blending in art works topliment with their interior design styles became a trend and I managed to snag a few deals with interior designpanies to feature my work. Most importantly, this event also showcased the works of many aspiring artists apart from my own.


    "I’ve always wanted to support other aspiring artists. It was very hard for me when I first started out as an artist. Admittingly, it’s still quite a challenge now too. I think my personal experience makes me want to support the artists who are going through the same thing that I did," I told Hayden when the gallery waspleted.


    "I think it’s a good idea. There’s more than enough space here to host more than one exhibition in parallel. You should aim to fully utilize it and have the works of many artists on show here. Having variety and many new updates will help this gallery build a reputation for itself too," Hayden said with a gentle smile.


    With that thought in mind, apart from working on my own art collection while taking onmission from clients to make money, I also got into contact with aspiring new artists with outstanding talents. Together we all managed to put together an art exhibition thatpletely filled all rooms of the gallery on both floors.


    "Big congrattions, Malissa! This is a little gift from us to you," Amelia said as she handed me arge bouquet of roses.


    "Congrats, Malissa. We’re very proud of you. I’ll make sure all of our business counterparts buy something from your gallery. No worries," Harvey said before winking at me mischievously.


    "If that’s the case, I guess I may not have enough paintings avable…" I joked, although that was probably true.


    "Just sell them nk canvases or something. I’m going to make sure that they spend," Harvey replied with a loudugh.


    "Where’s Hayden?" Amelia asked sweetly.


    "Oh, he should be here any moment now. He’s flying in from one of his hospital visits," I replied with a smile.


    "He should already be here. This is supposed to be such a big day," Harveyined with open dissatisfaction.


    "It’s fine. He told me about this beforehand and I don’t really mind…" I told them honestly.


    "You’re too nice and easy on Hayden. You shouldn’t always let him have his way, you know?" Amelia advised sternly.


    Well, that wasn’t how things worked between Hayden and me. I doubt that she would understand it even if I tried to exin it to her, though. Amelia seemed to have Harveypletely wrapped around her little finger.


    "Sorry that I’mte,"


    --To be continued…