All Chapters of Be Mine, Doctor!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The clock on the wall in the corner of the room ticked slowly, its hands pointing to ten o'clock at night. The dim light in the room cast soft shadows on the cream-colored walls. Luna lay down on the king-size bed, the soft mattress feeling too big for one person—and too small for two people who were not yet completely comfortable with each other's presence. She pulled the blanket up to her neck, as if the fabric could protect her from the cold of the night as well as from the awkwardness she couldn't explain. Her breathing was slow, but her chest felt a little tight. There was tension hanging in the air, silent but thick. Click. The sound of the bathroom door opening, broke the silence. Once again, the man made her hold her breath. Nick came out wearing nothing on top. His body was still slightly damp, his skin glistening faintly in the light of the room. His broad chest was exposed without any attempt to hide it—solid, firm, with naturally defined muscles. His flat stomach

That morning felt bright and calming. Sunlight streamed through the hospital windows, allowing the air to freely carry the distinctive scent of antiseptic—clean, cool, professional. Luna sat neatly in her chair. Her body was upright, her hands folded on the neatly arranged desk. A smile never left her face. There was a sparkle of enthusiasm in her eyes that exposed her happy mood. Starting today, she was officially part of the surgical team. Yes! Thanks to that man—her husband, as the owner of the hospital, Nick L. Lancaster. On her desk, a black and gold name board was neatly arranged, matching the vase of flowers beside it. Luna Henderson — Attending Surgeon Doctor. The writing was simple, but for Luna, its meaning was much greater than just a title. It was a promise. A promise to herself. “I promise, I will become the top surgeon, then cure my mom.” Her whisper was barely audible. She took a deep breath, clenching her small fists with determination. “You

Nick looked on in disbelief. In front of him, piles of dolls filled almost half the lobby—of various sizes, colors, and shapes. Some were as tall as Luna's waist, while others were small and hung in transparent bags. Added to that was a plastic bag full of equally numerous room accessories, a rabbit-shaped night light, character pillows, and pastel-patterned blankets. Nick sighed deeply, his chest rising and down slowly. “She's really like a little kid!” He thought. “Are you really going to bring all these things to my room?” Nick asked. Luna nodded her head, then exhaled as if she was tired of repeating the same answer. “You've asked that many times, Mr. Nick,” she replied with a bored expression. “Yes, but look at this. Aren't there too many?” Nick gestured toward the pile of dolls. “And look at yourself. You're old enough for all that.” Her gaze fell on one of the dolls, which looked a little worn on the ear. “Look, even that doll looks terrible.” Nick continued to grumb

The mansion hallway felt quieter than usual that night. The crystal chandelier cast a soft golden light on the marble floor, casting long shadows that followed Nick's steps. The air felt warmer, perhaps because of the atmosphere or because of something beginning to stir within him. “Hey, Nick, take this.” Nick stopped just before the doorknob touched his bedroom door. He turned slowly. Donna stood behind him, smiling with an expression that was too… meaningful. In her hand, a classic ceramic teacup, a thin steam rising gently. “Mom? What is this? It smells very strong, like herbs.” Nick even tilted his head slightly, trying to avoid the strong aroma that assaulted his senses. It was bitter. Sharp. As if it directly attacked his consciousness. “Nick, a man needs to maintain his dignity. This is a secret recipe I made for you.” Donna's tone was light, but there was a subtle pressure that couldn't be ignored. “Hurry up and drink it, Nick.” Nick took a deep breath. He

Morning light slipped through the curtains in thin golden lines, cutting across the bedroom in quiet elegance. Nick groaned. His head throbbed violently, as if someone had struck him from the inside. He pressed his fingers to his temples, eyes still closed, trying to steady the pounding in his skull. “Damn…” Slowly, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Luna sitting at the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. There were faint shadows beneath her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept properly. Her fingers were wrapped around a glass of water. “Are you feeling better, Mr. Nick?” she asked softly, offering him a glass of water. Nick pushed himself into a sitting position. His throat was dry. Without another word, he took the glass and drank it in one go. The cool water eased the heat in his body, but not the fog in his mind. “What happened last night?” he asked quietly. Luna hesitated. “Last night…” she began carefully. Nick’s eyes sharpened. “Why? what happ