The Don Chased His Donna Back
I am a top-notch surgeon. But when my ex-boyfriend —— now the Don of the Blackwood family —— was brought to the hospital injured, even the head nurse advised me against taking the case.
Everyone said the Dante Blackwood despised me. Because three years ago—the last time we met—I took off my engagement ring and handed it back to him, then got into the car of Dominic, the Don of Mercer family.
But I still put on my white coat and walked in.
Not only walked in—I pressed my hand right against his stomach without a shred of hesitation.
Before the punch came, it was the killing intent in his eyes.
"I told you. Touch me one more time, and I'll break every bone in your body."
The interns outside the door were all holding their breath for my safety.
I adjusted my gold-rimmed glasses and let out a helpless smile.
But the moment I undid the buttons of his shirt, even though his mouth told me to get out, his body couldn't help but tense up.