Pregnant with an Lovely Liar

Clara had always dreamed of working in a prestigious hospital, and the day had finally arrived. With an impeccable resume and motivation running high, she arrived at Central Hospital, a place known for both its medical excellence and the strictness of its staff. Dressed in her pristine white uniform, she tried to calm her nerves while nervously fiddling with the edges of her folder.

"Clara Gómez," called a deep but warm male voice.

She immediately stood up, her hands slightly trembling. In front of her stood the Chief of Surgery, Dr. Jesús Rivas. His bearing was imposing, with a gaze that combined authority and a subtle charisma that seemed innate.

"Welcome. We're going to do a small practical test before making a final decision," he said as he began to walk.

With each step she took behind him, the pressure in her chest increased. The hospital, with its bright corridors and the faint scent of disinfectant, seemed like a maze of possibilities. They arrived at the hospitalization area, where Jesús pointed to a room.

"I want you to take care of the patient in this room. He needs a bandage change and monitoring. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Clara nodded, but inside, it felt as though the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. She took a deep breath before opening the door.

Inside, the room was bathed in midday light that filtered through the curtains. In the bed, a young man rested with a serene but curiously alert expression. His carefree smile widened as he saw her enter.

"Hello," he said, tilting his head. His voice had a softness that hid something deeper.

"Hello," Clara responded, feeling the blush rise in her neck. "I'm Clara Gómez. I'm here to take care of you."

"Nice to meet you, Clara. I'm Mateo."

As Clara began to do her work, the tension in the air became more palpable. Every movement seemed charged with an unknown energy, as if the very walls were holding their breath.

"You're new, right?" Mateo asked with a smile that seemed both friendly and provocative.

"Yes, today's my first day," she replied, trying to sound professional while avoiding looking directly into his eyes, which had a sparkle that disarmed her.

"I hope you stay for a long time," he murmured, and although his words were simple, the tone made them sound like a promise.

At one point, as she adjusted the pillows, their hands brushed. It was a brief contact, but the effect was devastating. Clara looked up, and their eyes locked.

Time seemed to stop. The world outside that room ceased to exist. Mateo's gaze was intense, almost hypnotic, as though he could see through every layer Clara tried to maintain.

"This... this isn't appropriate," Clara said, more to convince herself than him.

But before she could move, Mateo extended his hand and took her by the waist, pulling her closer. The beating of her heart echoed in her ears like a war drum.

"Sometimes what's appropriate is the least important thing," he whispered, a smile full of mystery on his lips.

Clara felt her entire world tilt. There was something in the way Mateo looked at her, a mix of tenderness and danger that both attracted and terrified her at the same time.