Chapter 1 You're Boring

[Bethany, you're so boring.]

[With you being so boring, I can totally imagine how awful our married life would be.]

In the bustling hospital corridor, Bethany Campbell sat on a bench with her head hanging low, her mind filled with the words of her fiancé, Clinton Riddle.

Bethany thought, “Is that really such a big deal?”

Soon, her name echoed through the hall.

Bethany shook off her thoughts and entered the consultation room, sitting down and softly saying, "Mr. Harper."

At the sound of her voice, the man's fingers, which had been tapping on the keyboard, suddenly stopped, and he looked up slightly. His cold eyes behind his glasses scanned her. "Bethany?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying the same coldness as his gaze.

Their eyes met.

As Bethany looked at the man wearing a mask, she couldn't help but feel dazed. Not only did his voice sound familiar, but his appearance seemed somewhat reminiscent of that man in her memories.

But Bethany had an appointment with a doctor called Mr. Harper.

She must have mistaken him for someone else.

Coming back to her senses, Bethany nodded and said, "Yes, I might be frigid. Is this treatable?"

The doctor furrowed his brow. "Why do you doubt yourself? Have you had a physical examination?"

Bethany replied calmly, "Not yet, but my fiancé and I are not in harmony in that aspect."

"In what way are you not in harmony? Is it a lack of sensation during intimacy, or is it too dry?" The man's voice was somewhat deep.

Despite Bethany's usual composure, her face couldn't help but flush at such a blunt question.

She pretended to be calm and said, "I don't like him touching me. Whenever he touches me, I feel repulsed."

The man furrowed his brow, and there was a subtle gleam in his eyes.

Bethany felt somewhat uncomfortable.

There was a brief silence, and then the man stood up and said lightly, "Follow me for an examination."

Bethany followed him behind the privacy curtain, watching as he calmly put on disposable gloves and casually said, "Take off your pants and lie on the bed, legs apart."

Before coming for the appointment, Bethany had a general idea of what to expect, knowing there would be a physical examination, so she complied.

She was quite embarrassed, even though there was no privacy in the eyes of a doctor. But when it came to spreading her legs for the examination, her heart raced with nervousness.

As the man began the examination, Bethany clenched the edge of the bed tightly, almost screaming, "Sir."

The man immediately stopped and looked down at Bethany, who had turned pale. "What's wrong?"

Bethany's panicked demeanor changed. "I'm still a virgin... Please be gentle."

Bethany wasn't a traditional woman, but his approach was too crude. She didn't want to lose her virginity like this, especially not in the hands of a doctor.

Moreover, if Clinton found out that she lost her virginity like this, even if the illness were cured, their engagement would undoubtedly be ruined.

Bethany lowered her eyelashes, and her cheeks flushed, radiating a kind of indescribable allure.

Somehow, Bethany heard a subtle change in the man's breath, as if he had relieved a burden.

Before she could think more, the man removed his gloves and looked at her coldly. "Since you're still a maiden, I can check for you."