Flash Marriage To My Royal Commander

tablecloth of the Soho French restaurant. "Frankly, in a city like London, that barely counts as a decent living. And ye

pped to the scuffed medical watch on her left wrist, calculating how much longer she had to endure her eighteenth blind date.

for embarrassment, P

l provide. You'll do the cooking, keep yourself attractive, and make sure I'm not coming home to complaints. None of this

watch, then at her

e finding someone. You might want t

as she prepared a sharp reply. Before she could speak, the old-fashion

tinct. She grabbed her bag an

"And you don't want a wife, Preston. You want a housekeeper you can sleep with and

woman hastily covered a laugh with her nap

the exit without g

ered dessert!" Prest

ing through the packed evening commuters on the platform, she pulled out her phone to read the red alert flashing in the hospital group chat. A British Army convoy returning fro

ay to the hospital's rear staff entrance. She swiped her badge into the locker room, twisted her l

. The thick stench of blood and antiseptic hit her thr

ng gauze against a patient's chest, her reddish-brown curls sticking

open pneumothorax

sing down firmly to seal the sucking chest wound that was hissing with every breath. Hattie immediately spun around to prep the chest

the main automatic doors of the A&E bay flew open with a bang. Heavy co

rolley was a tall man in British Army combat fatigues. Under the cold white fluorescent lights, his sharp features looked carved from stone. The colonel's rank insignia glinted on hi

nt, hurried forward with a rar

Royal

le to everyone close enough to hear it. The bloodied officer standing in the middle of the A&E was not merely Col

himself at once. "Colonel Sinclai

shed greeting and the warning that stopped it. The registrar was

spleen," Cameron Sinclair said, his voice low and commanding. "

ad silenced half the ward. Even covered in blood, his orders were crisp, and as the orderlies wheeled the stretcher a

ost stared. The consultant usually expected people to scramble ou

l beyond his rank. That would explain it. She rarely followed royal news; the faces i

eron turned around. His gaze cut across the crowded

g left arm. Cameron narrowed his eyes slightly at the slender nurse standing str

field kit to treat Cameron's arm,

urses over there. This

wabs and gauze rolls from a nearby trolley, stepped over the debris on the floor, and marched straight up to the offic

ock," she said, her voice cool and hard. "Collapsing

yet held his arm like a vice. His hand hovered in mid-air before he droppe

s like this?" he asked, a faint trace

ng officer," Rosie replied without looking up a

worn medical watch on her left wrist. As soon as the knot was secure, Rosie let

tion. Rosie spun on her heel and ran toward the red doors. Standing alone in the bay, Cameron