Please Dear Me, Doctor Adrian의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

“Two hundred thousand to pay off your father’s debt, but you have to get Amara pregnant!”A check sailed through the air and landed neatly on the cold marble table. The number was right there in plain sight. So many zeros it would make anyone’s eyes go wide.Adrian stared at the paper with a blank face. The thirty-two-year-old looked lost in thought for a moment. His white doctor’s coat hung carelessly over one muscular arm, over a light blue shirt.Across from him, Ratih studied him closely, because she knew exactly what the OB-GYN in front of her needed. “Your job is simple, Adrian. Get Amara pregnant and give me a grandchild from your seed!”The order sounded insane. It made no sense at all!How could it? Adrian was Doni’s own cousin, a distant one. Even with the blood so thin, it still felt strange.But Adrian didn’t refuse right away.His gambling-addicted father was lying half dead in a hospital right now. The thugs the loan sharks had sent were threatening to finish off the old

Before they knew it, a day had passed. Amara was still lost in thought, remembering how eager her husband had been to drive her to Adrian’s private clinic.Doni sat behind the wheel with a bright face. Too bright, actually.He hummed softly along to the pop song playing low on the radio, as if they were headed to a relative’s wedding or a weekend getaway. Yet this morning he was taking his wife to the place where she would be handed over to another man’s arms.In the passenger seat, Amara sat stiff as a mannequin. Both hands twisted the hem of her knee-length floral dress until the expensive fabric was creased beyond repair. Her eyes stared blankly out the window at skyscrapers racing backward.“Babe, why are you so quiet? Don’t be so tense,” Doni said casually, glancing over. His left hand reached out to stroke her thigh.Amara shifted slowly away from the touch. How could her husband be this calm?“Doni, let’s go home, okay?” Amara turned and looked at his face with the last thin th

“Mom…” Amara hissed softly. Her heart broke hearing her husband insulted like that by her own mother.Then Ratih continued her explanation. “Look at yourself, Adrian. You’re tall. You have a good body. You’re athletic. You’re handsome. You rarely get sick, right? That’s what I want! That’s why I’m paying you to plant your seed in Amara’s body, so my grandchild will be healthy like you!”Adrian listened while looking at his reflection in the glass of the medicine cabinet. He knew his body was above average. But hearing it used as the reason to impregnate someone else’s wife still felt insane.“So what do you want me to do, ma’am?” Adrian asked, baiting her. He played innocent, partly to convince Amara that this really was her mother’s order.“Throw that syringe away right now!” Ratih ordered. “I want you to do it directly. Naturally. The way a husband and wife would. Make sure your seed goes in as deep as possible. That way the chance of pregnancy is higher and the quality of the baby

Adrian didn’t waste a second. He pressed his lips to Amara’s. At first it was only a soft pressure, two mouths meeting in silence. Amara froze. She held her breath, eyes wide open, staring at the pores of his face so close to hers. Her heart slammed against her ribs in an uneven rhythm.Slowly, Adrian changed the tempo. He tilted his head to the right for a deeper angle. His lips began to move, taking her lower lip with measured pressure. He sucked on it gently, let it go, and moved to the upper one.Amara still tried to stay still. She clenched her fists at her sides. She wanted to refuse. She wanted to shove against that broad chest. But her body had a will of its own. The warmth of his breath on her face turned her knees weak. His scent, antiseptic soap mixed with plain male sweat, filled her senses. It was intoxicating.Adrian pushed further. His tongue traced the line of her lips, asking permission. Amara gasped. The warm, wet touch sent a jolt through every nerve, and without re

Amara nodded weakly. She couldn’t look her husband in the eye. She felt dirty. She felt guilty. But above all, she felt cheated that what she’d been doing with Adrian had stopped halfway.“Okay, Doni,” she answered softly.“Great, I’ll wait in the car, the engine’s already running. Fix your hair first, it’s kind of a mess,” Doni said, pointing at his own head.Without a trace of suspicion, he turned and strolled out of the clinic, whistling softly and twirling the car keys in his hand.Adrian shut the door again but didn’t lock it, leaving only a narrow gap. He turned to face her.She was still standing in the same spot. Her legs were weak. Her body felt hot and heavy. The desire that had been forced to stop now left a tormenting ache low in her belly. Everything inside her still throbbed, still begged to be filled. She was still wet and sensitive.Adrian stepped toward her. His gaze was cold, but there were embers in it that hadn’t gone out. He stopped right in front of her, one step