Semua Bab Be Mine, Doctor!: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Nick stood with a firm frame. His shoulders were straight, his posture creating a long shadow in that white room. His jaw hardened, his eyes were cold—sharp like a lion assessing its prey before pounced."You didn't even ask about my condition," he said low but firm. "And immediately take action. What kind of doctor are you?"His tone didn't rise, in fact, that made The Doctor much more terrifying.Luna was silent. His body reflexively tensed."And you..." Nick continued, his eyes tracing Luna's face without emotion, “... has violated my privacy. You've seen what you shouldn't have seen and touched, silly!"The sentence fell slowly, but hit hard.Nervous.Fear.That's what Luna feels right now. Especially with the aura of the man in front of him—calm, authoritative, and clearly used to controlling the situation."Oh my gosh... How is this..."Luna bit her lower lip, panicked imagining the worst consequences."You just shut up and say nothing?" Nick turned his head sligh

The silence in the Porsche car felt intense. Nick sat behind the wheel, right next to Luna. His jaw hardened, his gaze pierced to the road that stretched out from the car window.The dark suit that Nick wore fell perfectly on the man's tall body. It looked neat, expensive, and almost flawless—like the life he had always controlled with precision. The alternating street lights reflected a stern shadow on his face, clarifying the jawline and the cold, unpredictable look of his eyes.Luna, the woman occasionally stole glances at the man beside her. Until he didn't realize when his gaze was held for too long. The look in his eyes that was originally only a glance, turned into a full stare.His mind was busy wandering around at the figure beside him. There was something about the man that made him both uncomfortable and curious—the way he was silent, the way he controlled the space without needing to say anything. Out of the corner of her eye, Luna was still staring at Nick with a f

“In three days, you must marry Luna, Nick! Do you want to see my cancer get worse in my body?” Donna threatened her son. “Mom, you can’t force me to marry her because of your illness.” Nick said. “I don’t want to drag this out, Nick. Marry Luna. As soon as possible.” Nick stared at his mom with tension he couldn’t hide. His jaw tightened. “No.” One word. Firmly. “You brat! I’m sick right now, Nick! Can’t you just listen to me this once? Don’t be so stubborn!” The living room suddenly felt stuffy, as if the air inside the luxurious mansion had become tense. The crystal chandelier continued to glow elegantly, the Italian marble underfoot remained cold, but the conversation between mother and son made the atmosphere seem to heat up without fire. The tone of voice that had been restrained now clashed, soft but sharp, hitting the high walls that were accustomed to keeping family secrets. Luna was a little confused. Her eyes darted back and forth between Donna and Ni

"As mine..." The words slipped from Nick's lips in a low, calm tone, as if the decision were as simple as signing a business contract. But to Luna, those two words felt like a small bomb exploding right in front of her face. Luna stared at Nick without blinking. Her gaze was intense—not out of admiration, but full of calculation. It was as if she was peeling the man apart with her eyes, looking for a loophole, looking for a reason, looking for something she could use as a shield to escape from this increasingly absurd situation. Her hand moved before her mind did. Luna reached for Nick's hand and deftly placed two fingers on his wrist, right at his pulse point. Her touch was light, professional—the reflex of a doctor accustomed to examining patients, not the touch of a nervous woman in the presence of a dangerous man. For a moment, the air between them felt tense. The pulse was clearly felt at the tip of her finger—strong, steady, too regular for someone who had just

"What are you looking at, Luna?!" Nick's voice was sharp, cutting through the air with coldness. His gaze locked onto Luna as if he had just been caught red-handed committing a serious crime, not just staring too long. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his temples tensed, holding back something even he himself was reluctant to admit. He stood up hastily, still in the same position—both hands covering his ‘thing’—then turned quickly. His steps were long and heavy, leaving the living room as if the room itself was a witness too embarrassing to face. The door closed with a soft thud, but loud enough to show his agitation. Donna, who had witnessed it all, burst into a hearty laugh. A laugh filled with the small triumph of a mother. “Hahahaha... What a fool son.” She shook his head slowly, then sat down next to Luna with a meaningful smile still on her face. “It turns out I was wrong. My son still likes a woman.” Luna could only manage an awkward smile. Her heart hadn'