The Bet for Love

The Bet for Love

Sharron Prospero

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Because I had a lipoma on my chest and went to the hospital for surgery, I ended up meeting a handsome male doctor...

Chapter 1 Take Off Your Bra

"Take off your bra." The man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes focused intently as I awkwardly reached behind to unclasp my bra, saying, "Don't be nervous. It might hurt a little."

I was Kaitlin Kirk, and somewhat unfortunately, I had a rather large lipoma above my chest that I was having removed through minimally invasive surgery.

The thin green cotton fabric used in the hospital barely covered my body, yet my chest was still half-exposed, leaving me feeling utterly embarrassed. The medical staff in front of me, was fully equipped with masks and hats, with only his eyes visible. The stark contrast with the array of surgical instruments made me feel like a helpless prey.

Yet even in such a moment, I couldn't help but try to imagine what the face behind that mask looked like, peering through those sharp eyebrows and captivating eyes.

Judging by the mask's height, I thought the nose must be high too. If the nose was well-shaped, with well-proportioned features and smooth facial lines, he must be quite handsome. From my point of view, looking at his height, the figure along with those long legs, the only word that came to my mind was perfect!

At that moment, the doctor with the sharp eyebrows and bright eyes signaled to the nurse. As the green cloth was pulled down, I felt a chill all over. The last bit of modesty was completely gone. I felt utterly exposed and embarrassed.

And then it got worse. The door to the minimally invasive surgery room opened, and a voice from the doorway said, "The director asked us to observe."

Damn! What kind of terrible situation was this? Did I really end up with those so-called intern observation sessions?

"No way! If they come in, I'll sue you!" I made it clear; I would rather face anything than be humiliated like this!

The handsome doctor was taken aback by my serious expression and firm attitude. He looked at me with a faint smile, then told the nurse, "Let them go elsewhere."

His voice was deep and pleasant. Why did it sound so familiar?

At that moment, two nurses were talking to the interns at the door, and only he was by my bed. He just stood there quietly watching me, with a hint of an inexplicable smile in his eyes. And then he said, "Kaitlin, long time no see!"

Was it him? Jaxon Howe?! I was completely stunned!

Back in high school, he was the most popular guy in school and I fell for at first sight. The guy I pursued for an entire semester, who was two years younger than me, yet a genius two grades above me. It was Jaxon who was my boyfriend for just three days before breaking up with me.

It had indeed been a long time since we last met, but running into him again in such a situation was awkward. This was a nightmare, a total embarrassment!!!

I passed out from sheer embarrassment before the anesthesia even kicked in. During the surgery, although he came to perform a minimally invasive procedure to remove lipoma above my chest and followed all the proper procedures while wearing gloves, I couldn't bring myself to think about the indescribable details.

In short, after the surgery, I just fled the hospital in a hurry, thinking we would never meet again in this lifetime.

But to my surprise, ten days later, I went to find him myself. And I made an important decision. I would pursue him again! No matter his attitude towards me, nothing would deter me.

The reason was simple. Three days ago, I learned from a friend that back then, Jaxon agreed to be my boyfriend for three days because he lost a bet.

I was furious. Jaxon could dislike me, he could reject me, but he couldn't treat the purest feelings of my youth as a joke.

So, I made a bet with my friend. I would chase Jaxon again, get him my boyfriend, and then dump him, making him feel what it was like to have a sincere heart played with.

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