Chapter 33: The Medical Examination

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: The Medical Examination

~Frederick’s POV~

I quietly crossed the room to the table where I had left my phone and picked it up. I needed to make a call.

It was time to speed up the search and find Reynold’s mother once and for all.

I dialed the private investigator I had hired for the job. He answered after a couple of rings.

"How’s the investigation going?" I asked immediately.

"I’m deep into it, Mr. Corvin," he replied. "I’ve already found several leads, but I can’t give you any details yet. I want to make a few final confirmations first and make sure everything is solid before I report back."

"Alright," I replied, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t disturb the quiet room. "Just make sure you’re thorough."

"Give me forty-eight hours at most. I’ll get back to you with everything you need."

"Alright."

I ended the call and placed my phone back on the table.

With that matter settled, I needed to arrange the medical work so the contract could be finalized before Reynold had to return to university. I immediately called my chief aviation coordinator and instructed him to have the helicopter return to the mainland tonight. I also told him to coordinate with my security team and arrange for my personal physician, Dr. Ryan, to be flown out to the island first thing in the morning so the necessary tests could be done.

Once the arrangements were made, I placed my phone back on the table, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the bathroom for a hot, relaxing shower.

After I finished, I dried myself, slipped into a clean bathrobe, went through my nightly skincare routine, and returned to the bedroom.

I climbed into bed beside Reynold and wrapped my arms around him from behind, pulling him against my chest before pressing a lingering kiss to his neck.

He immediately let out a soft, disgruntled huff, making it clear that I had disturbed his sleep.

I smiled against his skin, rested my head against the pillows, closed my eyes, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, bright sunlight streamed through the glass doors, while the crisp ocean breeze carried the faint scent of salt into the room. It slowly pulled me out of sleep.

As my eyes opened, my gaze landed directly on Reynold.

He was already wide awake, staring intently at my face.

But the moment he noticed my eyes opening, he quickly squeezed his own shut and pretended to be still fast asleep.

A quiet smile touched my lips. I reached over and gently ruffled his blonde hair before slipping out of bed to use the bathroom.

A short while later, I returned to the bedroom. This time, Reynold was sitting up in bed. As I settled back onto the mattress, he looked over at me and greeted me with a soft, "Good morning."

I pulled him against my chest and returned the greeting before asking, "How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep well?"

Reynold nodded against my shoulder.

"That’s good to hear," I murmured, kissing the top of his head. "The doctor is coming this morning to run a few tests, so you should get ready. What do you want for breakfast?"

He thought about it for a moment, his eyes lighting up as he listed his cravings.

"Can I get a fluffy stack of buttermilk pancakes drenched in maple syrup, creamy scrambled eggs with chives, crispy smoked bacon, fresh strawberries and melon on the side, and a large glass of iced chocolate milk?"

I raised an eyebrow at the extensive order, amused. "All of that?"

He nodded.

"Fine. Just go ahead and shower so you’ll be ready before the doctor arrives."

Reynold groaned and sank back into the blankets. "I’m tired... I need a few more minutes to rest first."

"Alright, little pet." I brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, my tone softening. "Tell me... have you forgiven me yet?"

He looked up at me, his expression genuine and calm. "I wasn’t really mad at you. I was just emotionally done. But I’m fine now... and thank you for handling the situation well last night."

"It’s fine," I assured him, gently running my thumb over his cheek.

We talked quietly for a few more minutes, letting the warm morning light fill the room, before Reynold finally sat up, stretched, and headed into the bathroom to shower.

As soon as he left, I picked up my phone and called the kitchen staff on the island. I gave them Reynold’s exact breakfast order and instructed them to prepare everything fresh.

"Alright, sir. It’ll be ready and brought in shortly," the head chef replied.

A few minutes later, Reynold stepped out of the bathroom wearing a soft white bathrobe. He borrowed my facial moisturizer, gently patting it into his skin before sitting on the edge of the bed.

He plugged in the hair dryer and tried drying his hair himself, but he struggled to do it properly.

I stood behind him and took the dryer from his hand. Gently running my fingers through his damp blonde hair, I dried it for him until it was completely dry.

Once I finished, he changed into the comfortable lounging outfit I had laid out for him.

I stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower. After washing up, I brushed my teeth, went through my usual morning routine, and dried myself before putting on a fresh bathrobe. I took a final look in the mirror, adjusted the robe, and stepped back into the bedroom.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

Reynold got up and opened it. Two staff members were standing outside with the breakfast cart. They wheeled it inside and carefully arranged everything on the dining table.

"Thank you," Reynold said as the staff finished setting everything down.

They bowed politely before leaving and closing the door behind them.

Reynold immediately walked over to the table, and I followed him. We sat down together and began eating.

It never ceased to amaze me how much food Reynold could eat. For someone with such a slender build, he had an impressive appetite. I only managed a few bites of fruit and toast, eventually resting my chin on my hand as I watched him polish off plate after plate until he was completely full.

After he finished eating, I asked him a few questions about his classes and university life, letting him talk comfortably while I listened.

"Listen," I said as our conversation began to wind down, leaning slightly toward him. "When we get back from this trip and I drop you off at university, my driver will come pick you up again this Friday."

Reynold nodded. "Alright."

"And I want you to feel completely comfortable whenever I touch you," I continued, holding his gaze. "Regardless of where we are, you don’t need to worry about anyone catching us. Whatever happens, I’ll take full responsibility. But you should always be prepared for my crazy impulses. I told you before, you need to be ready for me."

A slight flush crept across his face. He looked down at his hands before giving me a small, resigned nod.

"Alright... I understand now."

Just then, my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at the screen before answering. My lead bodyguard called to inform me that Dr. Ryan had arrived on the island.

"Alright," I said, ending the call.

I quickly stood up, walked over to the wardrobe, and got dressed before returning to Reynold. I sat beside him and helped him adjust his outfit, straightening his clothes and making sure everything was in place.

"Come on," I told him, standing and holding out my hand. "The doctor is here. Let’s go to the sitting room."

Reynold nodded, took my hand, and followed me out of the bedroom. Together, we walked toward the expansive, glass-walled sitting room overlooking the ocean.

My personal physician, Dr. Ryan, was already waiting with a small medical case resting on the coffee table. He turned as we approached and gave me a polite nod.

"Mr. Corvin. Good morning."

"Good morning, Doctor," I replied, gesturing for Reynold to take a seat on the plush sofa.

Reynold settled down gently, resting his hands on his lap as he waited.

Dr. Ryan didn’t waste any time. He opened his medical case, put on a pair of sterile gloves, and prepared everything he needed. After tying the tourniquet around Reynold’s arm, he inserted the needle and began drawing the required samples.

Reynold winced slightly and looked away, his jaw tightening at the pinch of the needle. I stepped closer and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing the back of his neck with my thumb.

The room remained quiet as Dr. Ryan carefully filled the collection tubes, then labeled each one and placed them securely inside a temperature-controlled transport case.

"All done," Dr. Ryan announced as he removed his gloves and placed a small bandage over the spot on Reynold’s arm.

Reynold let out a long breath and rubbed his arm where the needle had been. "Can I go take a walk outside now?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Of course," I said gently. "Just give me a minute to speak with the doctor, and I’ll come with you."

"Alright," Reynold mumbled, standing up and giving us some space.

"Doctor, take my samples as well," I said.

Dr. Ryan looked at me. "Mr. Corvin, you just had your checkup last month."

"I know," I replied. "But if I’m going to see his results, then he should be able to see mine too. I want us both to have the same information."

Dr. Ryan gave a small nod. "Alright."

He put on a fresh pair of gloves, prepared another set of equipment, and drew the required samples from my arm. Once he was finished, he labeled the samples carefully and placed them securely inside the medical case.

Dr. Ryan packed his medical case and secured the latches.

"I’ll take these samples back with me...