give a title for：Freezing at the question, I looked up at him in horror but still made sure that Alex sat down steadily. His face was blushing from the alcohol and somehow, I just knew he seemed less drunk just because he refused to let people know that he was drunk. He was probably the most drunk out of all the men added up together. 
"Do you want a hot towel?" I asked softly, even though I was afraid of what he would ask, I was still concerned for his safety. Just as I stood up to go to the bathroom however, Alex suddenly grabbed my wrist. Immediately I turned around and fell my gaze on his big hand, absentmindedly noted that his hand completely engulfed mine as I struggled his grip, "Mr. Morgenstern, let me go, you're drunk."
The next second, he pulled me into his arms, and fell right into his lap. My eyes widened as I subconsciously hooked my arms around his neck to steady myself, my heart beating fast. My small body against his, I can't help but feel like I fit perfectly into his arms. My waist feels small against his palm, able to completely engulf a quarter in a grip. His body was hot and hard against mine, the next thing I knew was his lips against mine.
Feeling his rough lips against mine, I still remembered the last time when Alex suddenly kissed me. Esme had shown up and things had just gotten out of control. Alex was clearly drunk this time. I couldn't even predict what would happen next. If Esme got to know this, Serenity would be in danger. I tried to struggle against Alex's arms but he was so strong compared to me. I couldn't even move in his muscular arms. Looking at him in the eyes, the blue-green was so bright as he dipped his head, I saw the reflection of my own face in those deep eyes. 
I had grown up as a mute, always being teased and bullied. No one had ever said that I was pretty. I still remembered that day when I first met Alex. 
“Hey! Leave her alone!” It was a bright summer day, the sun had blocked my sight as he stood in front of me. His short black hair shined against the sunlight. It was after he chased them away when he looked back at me. A sunny smile greeted me as he reached out, the first thing he had told me was, "Hehe. You're so pretty."
His eyes were happy and genuine and back then, I didn’t even understand why he would compliment me. I was covered in dirt from being pushed around. But still my heart fluttered at a praise from someone I didn’t even know.
After that, he would frequently  visit the clinic, bringing snacks, toys. Every moment spent was filled with laughter and happiness.
I had loved him so much. No matter how much I denied it, I wanted to be with him. I flinched as I felt his hand move under my shirt, his hand pushing up the dark-colored shirt and cupping my breast gently, fitting perfectly in his palm. His other hand reached up and cupped the back of my head, tilting my head up and pressed his lips against mine demandingly. 
I moaned against his mouth, lost in the pleasure before snapping myself out of it. This was not going to work. Breaking the kiss, I tried to push him away once more, but my strength was nothing compared to his as he didn’t even budge. I had no choice but to sink my teeth into his shoulder. Alex growled and froze at my action and I took the chance to push him away, running out of the room. 
Rushing out, I happened to bump into Francis who was exciting another guest room. But I didn’t want to face him after what happened and ran straight to my room, slamming the door shut.
Francis almost saw that…
I went to the bathroom and sank myself into a tub of cold water. I needed to calm down. I hated myself for always losing control of myself whenever Alex was around. I shouldn't get too close to Alex. I told myself that I shouldn't hold any ideas against that perfect man.
It was why I had acted like that in front of Alex, making him believe that I was Francis's girlfriend. 
If I just gave in to Alex, how should Francis face Alex in the future? I don’t want to ruin their friendship with my secrets. I shivered as the water was freezing against my skin, coming out of the bath sneezing non-stop. I knew I was going to catch a fever from the cold bath. 
The next morning, I felt my head was going to explode from pain. I couldn't even smell anything and my body felt. Sneezing multiple times in a minute, I reached out the drawer and swallowed a couple of Panadol. I didn't want to pass the flu to my baby. 
It was at that moment that Zoe's voice came through after knocking on the door, "Miss Matthews, could you please make some herbal soup to make the boys sober? I heard you're a famous doctor. I bet you must know how to cook those hangover herbal soups… They drank too much wine last night…"
I nodded, "No problem. I'm coming downstairs right now."
I quietly went down to make the soup. However, Alex was also in the kitchen at the moment, standing before the refrigerator, holding a bottle of ice water in his hand. Seeing that, I snatched the bottle of ice water from his hand without a second thought. Alex looked a bit surprised at my action which I thus explained, "If you're feeling headache or thirsty right now, drinking cold water will only make it worse. Here, have some tap water first. After that, I'm cooking some herbal soup. You'll feel better after drinking that."
Alex cast me a cold glance before taking the glass of water away from her, "Thanks for being so concerned. And thank you for the bite mark on my neck."
I flushed at his words, looking to see the collar of his shirt was wide open. I could clearly see the teeth mark I had left in my escape on his neck from last night. My mind was brought back to what happened last night. But what could I have done except push him away? Why would he do that to me anyway? Was he treating me as Esme? Did he remember what he did?
But I could only watch as Alex finished the glass of water with a couple of gulps, leaving the kitchen without looking back. It seemed like he was really drunk last night, probably not even remembering what he did to me last night. I took in a deep calming breath before going to fetch the ingredients of the herbal soup. Soon the fragrance of the soup filled the kitchen and as soon as it was done, I took the soup to Francis while Zoe took the bowls of soup to the other guys. Walking into his room, holding a tray of soup and food, taking in his messy bedhead and sleepy eyes, I asked "Feeling any better?"

"Hm…" Francis scratched the back of his hair, his face flushed "I was pretty drunk last night. I didn't say anything weird, did I?"
"Nope, you were still a gentleman as always," Unlike a certain someone… I put the bowl of soup on the table, "I made some herbal soup. Have some and you'll feel better…"
"Okay… But I need to brush my teeth first," Francis jumped off his bed, almost falling over. But I went to catch him. Francis wobbled on his feet, using my hands for balance "Sheesh… My head is going to explode…"
"Just sit down and let me give you a massage." I sighed, at least the massage can help awaken his muscles. He protested, "But…"
"Don't be shy," I smiled, planting him against the chair, "I'm a doctor. I know how to make you feel better." Francis flushed but I was quite calm. I was a doctor and he was my patient now. When my hands landed on his skin, he looked away as he blushed furiously. I cant help but chuckle at his cuteness.
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*ALEXANDER*

I felt so much better after becoming sober, the herbal soup Zoe gave was a big help. I went back to my room, getting changed and ready for my work. When I walked past Francis's room however, I noticed the door was ajar and the sounds of soft chuckling. From the crack, I peaked in to see Crystal giving Francis a massage. 

Her hair was pulled into a messy bun. A strand of hair fell before her forehead. She looked too good to be true. A couple of days ago, she had only been a scar-faced mute doctor, but now, she was as beautiful as a fairy. This woman was unpredictable. 

Suddenly, the sound of the baby crying made me frown. That was right… She still had a daughter, a baby girl as mysterious as her mother. Zoe went to carry the baby. When the old woman walked past him, I couldn't help turning to look. With one look, he was completely stunned. 

The baby’s eyes were a strange shade of blue-green and wide when she looked at me curiously. Her eyes somehow look familiar. I couldn't help but get curious, asking Zoe, "Is this Miss Matthews's daughter?"

"Yes, she is," Zoe nodded, "She's such a lovely girl, isn't she? I've never seen such a pretty baby before."

I moved closer as I observed the baby. I could tell the baby was the same since she had the same eyes and nose from when I last saw her. The condition of her skin was the only thing that changed. How did her mother manage to do that? What’s more, how did this baby look so familiar? Have I seen the baby other than the times I saw the mother?

At this moment, Crystal's gentle voice whiffed out of the room, "You will feel sore after a hangover. I'll do the massage for you tonight again."
I frowned involuntarily at her words that implied that they had these sessions regularly. But then, my phone started to buzz. Fishing my phone from my pocket, turning on to see that It was a call from Esme. 

Ah, that’s right. I hadn't gone back last night. Esme had been so anxious. She didn't know Francis's address, or she would have come here already. 

I wanted to hang up, but then looking in, I saw the gentle look Crystal was giving Francis from the crack. I suddenly remembered when Crystal was doing needle treatment for me, the look in her eyes had been equally gentle. Did she treat every male in such a gentle way?

This woman was probably a player… Somehow, the thought of her treating me the same as other men pissed me off. 

Changing my mind, I picked up the phone, leaning against the wall, "Hello?"

"Hubby?" Esme cooed, "Where have you been last night? I tried to call you but you won't pick up…"