Forbidden Desire

I was lost in my thoughts, unable to fathom how Jennie could brazenly bring her lover into her husband’s home and business. Despite understanding the sadness of her story, I couldn’t condone her actions.

“Are you feeling anything?” Jason’s soft voice pulled me from my reverie, and I met his concerned gaze.

“No, I don’t,” I replied.

“You’ve suddenly gone pale,” he remarked.

“It must be a delayed reaction from the earlier scare,” I offered.

He continued driving, pondering my words. “I’m sorry for scaring you,” he apologized.

“It wasn’t your fault. I’m just clumsy,” I reassured him with a smile.

He smiled back, and I couldn’t help but admire the soft curve of his lips, which had become my favorite shade of pink. He seemed unaware of my gaze, focused on the road ahead. I found solace in his presence, content just to watch him. When he noticed my stare, a shy smile graced his lips.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“What?” he inquired sweetly.

His mesmerizing presence left me speechless. “You’re beautiful,” I blurted out without thinking.

Surprised, he met my gaze, his expression melting at the compliment. “Am I?” he asked.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I teased.

He chuckled and returned his focus to the road. “Thank you. You’re beautiful too,” he complimented.

“Am I?” I asked, my heart fluttering at his words.

“Yes. You’re also intelligent, talented, captivating, and very sexy,” he continued, his gaze lingering on me.

His words left me speechless, unable to respond. “But I don’t need to tell you any of this because you know,” he added.

I smiled, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. “But it’s good to hear. Especially from you,” I admitted shyly.

His gaze remained fixed on me, and I couldn’t meet his eyes. After some more driving, he announced, “We’ve arrived.”

Exiting the car, I attempted to get out on my own, but he swiftly lifted me into his arms, settling me on his lap before closing the car door. With gentle strength, he carried me into the hospital, my embarrassment growing with each step.

“Is Dr. Kim available today?” he inquired at the reception.

“Yes, but he’s busy at the moment. His son is available for immediate care. If you prefer, you can wait,” the receptionist replied.

Jason glanced at me, considering his options. “It could be his son, but in any case, please let him know that I want to speak to him when he’s available,” he requested.

“Of course, Mr. Park. Park, you can go to consultation room four. Doctor Kim Sehun will see you,” the receptionist instructed.

“Thank you,” Jason acknowledged, escorting me to room four where we encountered a handsome doctor with a dazzling smile.

“Come in!” the doctor greeted us warmly, and we entered the room.

“Please help your wife onto the stretcher so that I can examine her,” the doctor addressed Jason.

We exchanged embarrassed glances, and Jason quickly clarified, “Yes, Doctor, but we’re not married!”

“Oh, is she your girlfriend?” the doctor assumed.

“No, she’s…” I began, but Jason interjected, “I work for him. He’s my boss!”

The doctor smiled, his embarrassment evident. “Oh yes, I’m sorry! So, tell me what happened to your foot?”

“It’s no big deal, I just twisted my ankle,” I explained.

“Still, better safe than sorry. Let me take a look,” the doctor suggested, approaching me.

As he examined my ankle, I winced slightly, prompting a playful smile from the doctor. “That’s because it’s just a sprain, right? Your boss was right to bring you in. We don’t want your pretty little foot to end up with a more serious injury, do we?” he teased, making me blush furiously.

Jason cleared his throat, interrupting the moment. “Is it something serious?” he inquired.

“I think it’s just a sprain, but I’ll prepare the room for an X-ray to confirm,” the doctor reassured.

He left the room, and Jason sighed in frustration. “I didn’t like that doctor. We should have waited for his father,” he remarked.

“Why?” I asked.

“I didn’t find him professional. Have you ever seen a doctor flirting with a patient during a consultation?” he questioned, his tone exasperated.

Suppressing a laugh, I replied, “He wasn’t flirting with me!”

“Yes, he was! And you were standing there all charmed, cheeks flushed and smiling for that half-baked doctor,” he accused, crossing his arms.

I found his reaction amusing. “I’m going to see if I can find his father,” he declared, but then thought better of it and returned. “What, did you give up?” I teased.

“Yes, maybe he’ll return before me. I don’t want to leave you here alone with him!” he confessed, joining in my laughter.

As the doctor returned, Jason’s annoyance was evident. “Well, shall we go for the X-ray?” the doctor suggested. “I’ll help you off the stretcher. Mr. Park, you can wait in reception while I take care of this young lady.”

Jason intervened, refusing to leave my side. “No! I insist on being present, and you can let me do it,” he insisted.

The doctor acquiesced, remarking, “You have a very good boss, don’t you?”

Jason lifted me from the stretcher, his eyes locking with mine. “Yes, I do! The best!” I affirmed, grateful for his support.

His earlier irritation melted away, replaced by a smile that would stay etched in my memory. We proceeded to the X-ray room, and the doctor conducted the necessary procedures. Upon our return to the examination room, he reviewed my X-ray results.

“It’s nothing serious. Just a sprain, but I recommend complete rest for the next few days. Avoid putting weight on your foot, elevate it as much as possible, and apply ice,” he advised.

“Will she need a cast or anything?” Jason inquired.

“No, fortunately, there are no fractures,” the doctor confirmed.

He prescribed some pain medication and offered his personal number for further questions or concerns. Jason noticed the doctor’s phone number on the prescription and clenched his fists.

“If you have any questions, or if you just want to talk, you can send me a message! I’ll be very happy to help you!” the doctor offered cheerfully.

Jason’s mood shifted, and he swiftly crumpled the prescription paper and disposed of it. I watched, bemused by his reaction.

“Let me see that piece of paper,” he requested, and I handed it to him. Without hesitation, he crumpled it and tossed it into the nearest trash can.

“Hey!” I protested, but Jason abruptly turned the wheelchair around to face me, his expression serious.

“What? Are you going to tell me you wanted to call him?” he challenged, his tone provocative.

I couldn’t find my voice, so I simply nodded in response.

“That’s what I thought,” he remarked.

My heart raced as he moved away, and I exhaled slowly. He resumed pushing the wheelchair, and we headed to the reception.

“Is Dr. Kim free now?” Jason inquired.

“Yes, the doctor will meet you in pediatrics,” the receptionist informed us.

“Thank you,” Jason acknowledged, leading us to the second floor where pediatrics was located. With each passing baby, I noticed Jason’s eyes lighting up.

Spotting a tall man with gray hair, Jason greeted him warmly. “Doctor Kim!”

“Jason, they told me you wanted to see me. Is everything all right?” the doctor inquired.

“I came to bring this young lady to have her foot checked because she twisted her ankle, and I took the opportunity to speak with you,” Jason explained.

“Ah, yes. The receptionist mentioned that my son saw her,” the doctor recalled.

“Indeed, he’s quite the gallant young man, isn’t he?” Jason remarked.

“Only with pretty girls,” the doctor joked, glancing at me and smiling.

Jason chuckled, then turned serious. “I wanted to talk to you regardless.”

Concern crept into the doctor’s expression. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Jason lowered his voice, his discomfort evident. “Well, I wanted to schedule an appointment with you because Jen and I have been trying to conceive for over a year without success… We really want to have a child, but I’m starting to think something might be wrong… Wouldn’t it be better if we underwent some tests or something? I really need your help, Doctor.”

The doctor hesitated, his gaze filled with sadness. “You say you and your wife want to have children?”

“Yes,” Jason affirmed.

“Look, I think you’d better talk to your wife,” the doctor advised cautiously.

“Why?” Jason pressed.

“I don’t think it would be ethical of me to discuss it. I believe you should speak to her,” the doctor insisted.

“Please, I’ve been coming to you for consultations since I was a child. You’re a friend of my father… If you have something to tell me, please do,” Jason pleaded.

The older man deliberated for a moment before delivering his revelation. “Jason, Jennie takes birth control pills to prevent pregnancy.”

“What?” Jason’s shock was palpable, his complexion turning pale.

“I’m certain of it because I prescribed the pills a few months before you got married. Furthermore, this type of medication requires a doctor’s prescription, and every month for the past two years of your marriage, she has come here to renew the prescription,” the doctor divulged solemnly.