Exclusively Possess His Heart

Justin nodded, and his tone softened inexplicably, "Tomorrow for the X-ray, then."

At that time, I didn't understand what he meant.

Later on, when I was trying to book an appointment online, I noticed that Mr. Smithson wasn't listed as an available option

I then asked Eric and learned that Justin was off tomorrow. Only then did I realize that his momentary kindness was a disguised mockery of me.

The more challenging it was, the more I liked it.

Ultimately, my specialty was eagerly embracing the challenge of pursuing men.

"I got Justin's number from Eric and promptly called him to invite him out for dinner.

Unsurprisingly, he refused me.

Of course, I'm not discouraged. I chose to keep trying despite repeated failures

Then something strange happened-

Although he refused whenever I invited him to dinner, he always answered my calls.

Then I booked an appointment with him again. This time, my chest hurt.

During my previous menstrual cycles, I used to feel a bit of fullness in my chest, so initially, I didn't give it much thought.

But now, several days after my period had ended, my chest was still hurting, even with the slightest touch. I was afraid that I might have developed some health issues.

Upon seeing me, Justin's originally indifferent expression turned somber, and his tone became indifferent and unyielding. "Ms. Jefferson, I made it clear to you on the phone last time. I hope you..."

"My chest is actually hurting, genuinely."

Justin was stunned. Recognizing my seriousness, he immediately reminded himself of his medical ethics.

He asked me to sit across from him and then began inquiring, "Is the pain constant or occasional? Have you touched it yourself, and can you feel any lumps?

I responded honestly, "It's continuous swelling pain. There seems to be a hard lump on the right side. I'm not sure."

Justin stared at me for a while and then asked me to lift up my clothes like last time.

I thought he would repeatedly call the female doctor, but I didn't expect him to do it himself.

Despite the gloves covering his hands, the gentle touch had my scalp buzzin.

I stared at him, not letting go of any expression.

But he was too calm, and his eyes were full of profoundness, which made it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After the examination, Justin gave me a referral for an X-ray.

"Bring the X-ray results back to me after the examination," said Justin.

"Oh," I answered.

Finished tidying up, I turned around and walked out.

At the door, I turned around and asked him, "Are your private consultations expensive??"

Justin frowned slightly and said, "What does that mean?"

"It means to ask you to come to my house to treat me."

Hearing this, Justin adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. His fingers were slender and beautiful.

The white coat made his gentle and restrained temperament even more vivid.

At that time, I thought that if such a person became a scum, it would be very exciting.

…

Of course, Justin wouldn't agree to come to my house to treat me in private.

But I can go to his house.

"How did you know that I lived here?" Justin stood before the door, showing no intention of letting me in.

Seeing I didn't answer, he took out his mobile phone to call my brother.

I pressed down on his hand that was dialing the number.

Justin shrank back, for fear that I would have physical contact with him.

"Isn't... isn't he too pure?"

He was a breast surgeon!

Justin stared at me and asked, "How did you know I lived here?!"

"That day, I spotted a delivery package in your office, which bore your home address on it."

Hearing this, Justin was speechless.

That was the pen he had purchased online. He forgot to pick it up from the delivery locker on the first day it arrived. The next morning, he returned to retrieve it and took it to the hospital.