The Psychiatrist

Just a feet away from her, stood a handsome young man with amber eyes behind his frameless glasses, staring at her in surprise. His chocolaty curls fell on his forehead as they were set in a short flow haircut style. He was dressed entirely in black from head to toe—long sleeve turtleneck shirt and black jeans. There was a silver chain hung around his neck outside the shirt.

In short, if he stood with Nicholas and Asher, Abigail would certainly die of so much handsomeness. Goddamn, how could there be such a perfectly handsome man in this world, and more importantly, the one she never created?!

She remembered every single character from her novel, even the side characters who died early, but this handsome man with amber eyes wasn't anywhere close. This guy's looks directly challenged her husband's appearance!

"Miss?" The man asked once again, seeing the patient stunned. "You wanted to see me?"