"Take off your top!" "Uh? Do I have to take off my clothes? I mean... do I have to take off all my clothes?" "Take off your top!" "Can... I not take it off?" "No!" "That doesn't seem right, after all... there are differences between men and women."
"Take off your top!" "Uh? Do I have to take off my clothes? I mean... do I have to take off all my clothes?" "Take off your top!" "Can... I not take it off?" "No!" "That doesn't seem right, after all... there are differences between men and women."
"Take off your top!"
"What? Do I really have to take off my clothes? All of them?"
"Just the top!"
"Can't I... keep it on?"
"No, you can't!"
"This feels a bit awkward, given the circumstances."
I bit my lip, whispering as I tried to negotiate with the handsome doctor in front of me, hoping to avoid undressing.
The young, attractive doctor sat upright in his chair, hands clasped on the desk, just like a prince, exuding an air of old-world charm and aloofness.
It was just the two of us in the room, and his expressionless gaze made me feel uneasy.
"Miss, this is the breast surgery department. I need to perform an ultrasound. I'm unable to identify the affected part of your body at a glance without an X-ray."
His voice was chillingly cold, freezing the room with his words.
Feeling wronged, I lowered my head. My eyes were slightly red as I grumbled internally about why such a gentleman had to speak so harshly.
Couldn't he be more considerate? It wasn't easy for anyone to undress in front of the opposite sex for the first time. Some mental preparation was necessary!
Besides, how often did you find a breast surgeon who was a man around my age? Even though doctors were supposed to be professional, it still felt awkward and embarrassing.
Seeing that I hadn't moved, the gentlemanly doctor turned to his computer and said. "You can come back tomorrow. A female doctor will be available to see you."
My internship company had recently taken on a big project, and as an intern, I was forced to work overtime every day. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages. And I didn't have the time to come to see the doctor one more time.
"I'm... really busy with work lately and don't have time to come again."
Nervously, I looked up, accidentally meeting the doctor's cold gaze, and quickly lowered my head like an ostrich.
When I registered earlier, I vaguely remembered his name was Ayden Clarke. A quick glance at his name badge confirmed it.
After a long internal struggle, I bit my lip and blushingly asked, "Dr. Clarke, should I undress here?"
Ayden nodded coolly.
"Could you please... turn around until I'm done?"
My voice trailed off to a whisper, barely audible even to myself.
Dr. Clarke glanced at me without much expression and turned away.
Even though I knew this icy doctor wasn't the type to peek, I couldn't help but repeatedly check to ensure he wouldn't suddenly turn around.
The room was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of my clothes. As I pulled off my sweater, the sudden chill made me shiver, and goosebumps quickly formed on my skin.
When my hands reached the clasp of my bra, they were trembling so much that I couldn't undo it for a while, breaking out in a cold sweat from the anxiety.
My mind was racing. Oh, this was so embarrassing! Jenna, if you couldn't undo your bra and had to ask Ayden for help, how would you ever leave this hospital with your dignity intact?
Perhaps my humble prayers were heard, as the clasp finally came undone with a click.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, glancing at Ayden's turned back. Despite him facing away, the difference in our physiques still made me feel pressured.
Hugging my chest in embarrassment, I slowly lay down on the examination bed, resignedly closing my eyes and shakily saying, "I'm... ready!"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley. Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him. That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!" He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law." Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart.
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