Falling in Love with My Ex-boyfriend for the Second Time

While working her university internship, the female protagonist is tasked with drawing blood and administering injections during student physicals. Her routine shift takes a shocking turn when her final patient of the day turns out to be her ex-boyfriend, Damian Banks. Flustered by his sudden presence, she repeatedly fumbles the procedure, requiring three attempts to successfully draw his blood. Annoyed yet intrigued, Damian delivers an unexpected proposition: they should get back together so she can use him for practice.

Chapters

Chapter 2

To be honest, this was the first time I had seen Damian with this expression since I had known him for so long.

He was shocked, bitter, and helpless.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he said, "Ella, do you think I'm a fool?"

After saying this, he got up and moved the chair to sit in front of my colleague without even looking at me.

My colleague probably was puzzled but drew blood for him anyway.

I calmly glanced at him and tidied up the things on my desk.

After breaking up, I never thought I would have any intersection with Damian again.

I never thought I'd see him again if I hadn't just been assigned to his school to take blood tests.

Our long-distance relationship that crossed over 500 miles was defeated by time.

I received a message from my teacher, so I didn't pay attention to Damian anymore. Instead, I walked towards the coach with a needle holder.

From a distance, I could see that there were many people on the coach.

I drew blood all day and was now holding a bunch of needles and iodine in my arms. My arms were so sore.

I exhaled and was about to shake my arms to move the iodine when someone took the things from my arms.

I turned my head and saw Damian's face, which was well-known as cute.

He mocked me, "Why don't you let your boyfriend David Beckham help you?"

I rolled my eyes at him and reached out to grab those things back. "Unlike you, he's busy. He never flirts around."

Yes, one of the main reasons we broke up was because Damian flirted around.

He was a 6-foot athletic student. Guys like him attracted girls easily.

When Damian heard me say this, he didn't smirk at me and say I was making a big deal out of it like before, but instead lowered his head and coaxed me in a humble manner, saying, "It's fine. David Beckham isn't here, but I am."

Continue to next part