Lycia had finished her dinner and was now in her room once again. If she hadn't accepted the Claytons' offer to be Davel's personal doctor, she should have been in the hospital by now that she had the night shift today.
When she was still working at the hospital, sometimes she wanted a day or two off, and now that she received three full months from the hospital, she had to enjoy her free time.
"What free time? I'm going to start working as an assistant tomorrow, so I won't have any free time at all! I feel like I'm disgracing my degree because I ended up becoming an assistant instead of a real doctor."
The black-haired girl threw her ass on the bed before letting the carbon dioxide out through her nose like a bull.
"But that guy Davel is really unique. He even begged me to stay at his house for no reason today. I thought he didn't like me being his personal doctor, but he keeps showing the opposite."