Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Patient

Chapter 2

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read the situation entirely. She took a step f

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ed at Kellie, his brow furrowed. Dr. Walter was a stickler f

d fixed on the paper, the black lines and boxes blu

," Kellie said. H

lding the pen? You can't just override family consen

s no warmth in Kellie's eyes, no apology. Just a cold, unyielding autho

the cap off the pen with her thum

ationship to Patient," she wrot

e signed her name. Kellie Walter. The strokes

ng. It pressed down on the small bay,

lipboard, his eyes bugging out so far they

sbelief. Her mouth opened and closed, gasping like a

ck to the nurse, who stared at

," Kellie or

d to her chest and scurried away, practically running do

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s, revealing the plain black scrub top underneath. She moved with a casual, u

like she was about to faint. Caleb

said, her tone flat and final

ir, detonating like a b

a mask of absurdity. "Wife? That's impossible! Jeff

he legally obligated to repo

tion was a slap, and it

n? There had been no announcement, no ring, no engagement party. He looked d

She looked at Caleb, her expression brooking no argument. "Dr. Flet

, his reflexes taking over

ed away. She had taken three steps

blocking her path. "You have to expla

sharp and unforgiving. "A month ago. City Hall." She p

ked past Zara, her stride long and pur

after her. "A month ago... City Hall...

he had just stumbled into the middle of a movie. He looked at Jeffry, who was being

is scrubs pocket, his thumbs flying across the screen. He op

ers shaking with excitement. "Our ic

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Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Patient

Adelheid Rufo Modern

“I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal. Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer. To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie. I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative. "We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates." To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.”