Yes. It had to be. The pieces were all coming together. This wasn't just some random stranger Ruby had run over. No, this was fate.
Mark's lips curved into a slow, incredulous smile. His boss, the woman who could count her displays of empathy on one hand, had found her fated mate. That had to be the explanation. Why else would she have gone out of her way to help this man? Why else would she, someone who once refused to drive her injured stepmother to the hospital because "the smell of blood is disgusting," allow a bleeding stranger to sit in her pristine leather seats? It all made sense now.
His mind struggled to process what he was witnessing. This was Ruby—cold, emotionless, a woman who once berated him for sneezing during a meeting. And now, she was showing actual concern for a complete stranger?
Mark's thoughts spiraled. His gaze flicked to the door where the nurses had gone back in, then to Ruby. The answer hit him like a thunderbolt. His eyes widened. Could it be…?
