Debra was after Axell. And even though he knew it, he still went to meet her folks, even had dinner with them.

Jessie couldn't help feeling hurt. She'd decided to give Axell a shot, even met his folks with him. And yet, he was cozying up to Debra‘s family too.

Jessie bowed her head, thinking hard. Then she pulled out the concert tickets from her bag and plonked them on the desk.

Softly, she said, “We're done, Axell."

She wasn't going to budge on this one or inconvenience herself. She wouldn't stand for a two-timing guy, whether it was Albert or Axell.

Jessie tried to bolt but Axell blocked her path.

“Let me go!"

She met his gaze head-on. "We're done!"

Hearing that, Axell gulped. His grip on her wrist loosened but then he tensed up again. He pleaded, his voice strained, “Can we talk after my surgery? Please don't go!"

Jessie shook off his hand.

As she headed for the exit, he made a move to follow. But Debra piped up, "Axell, surgery's starting. Patient should be out under now."

Hearing that, he spun around, shooting daggers at Debra. His eyes were fiery.

Her heart skipped. She'd never seen him this mad.

Was his love for Jessie that deep that he'd fight with her over Jessie?

No way!

She'd known Axell for ages. She knew where his priorities lay.

It was never about a woman; it was always about his career.

Debra flashed a grin. "Want me to smooth things over? I can go talk to her."

Axell kept his cool, saying icily, "Nah, it's cool."

Debra watched him head to the operation room, nonchalant despite his rage.