Exclusively Possess His Heart

The first time I met Justin Smithson was at my younger brother, Eric Jefferson's workplace.

At that time, he was scolding Eric, exuding a powerful yet aloof aura

With just a couple of sentences, Justin tore into Eric so viciously that Eric wished the ground would swallow him up.

His profile was impeccable, his body proportions rivaling a male model's.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, he turned his head to meet my eyes.

Beneath the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyebrows were deep-set and alluring, while his eyes gleamed with a chilly pride.

He stood there, untouchable and indifferent, tantalizingly alluring and evoking a yearning within to claim him privately.

My damn possessiveness had indeed stirred up in an instant.

"Hello, I'm Eric's sister. My name is Valery Jefferson."

I was so enthusiastic, but Justin just glanced at me indifferently.

Fortunately, my keen eyes caught a glimpse of the work badge dangling from his chest.

Justin Smithson.

The name matches mine very well.

Catching the odd expression in my eyes, my little brother promptly bowed and apologized, hastily pulling me away.

……

At the end of the corridor, as soon as I took out the cigarette case, it was snatched away by Eric.

"This is a hospital. You can't smoke at will!"

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "You're being so rude! What were you doing, acting like a scared quail just then?"

"You're the quail!"

Eric gave me a stern look and warned me, "Don't even think about Mr. Smithson. I'll be screwed if you do, I can't handle the fallout here."

I pinched the lighter between my fingers and fiddled with a malicious smile. "Is it so obvious? Even you can tell."

"You're still chuckling over there!" Eric's face twisted with annoyance, like he was ready to pounce, "I'm not kidding around here! Don't flirt with Mr. Smithson!"

"Got it."

After perfunctorily dealing with Eric, I immediately booked an appointment with Justin on my phone.

I didn't know whether it was a coincidence, but Justin was from the Caesar department.

"Wouldn't there be a good show tomorrow?" I thought.

…

When Justin saw me the next day, he was not surprised.

He looked at me as if he was looking at an item.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked politely.

I pointed to my chest. "It hurts here."

Justin asked me to get up, and he also stood up.

"Lift up your clothes," asked him.

"Do I have to lift up my undershirt too?" I asked.

"Yes," answered him.

This scene... was exactly what I wanted.

However, in the next second, Justin called a female doctor in.

"Check her out and see if there are any hard lumps."

The female doctor seemed slightly confused but did not ask any more questions and did as she was told.

Just then, Justin answered a phone call. Perhaps there was something he didn't want to discuss in front of others, so he stepped out with his phone.

I asked the female doctor, "Does Mr. Smithson never physically examine female patients?"

The female doctor shook her head and said, "In the past, Mr. Smithson did the examination himself. In our eyes, there is no distinction between male and female patients."

I see.

“So, he's only hesitant to examine me physically?”

Tsk, I was more interested.

…

After answering the phone, Justin returned, talked with the female doctor for a while, and then the female doctor left.

They were all professional terms, and I didn't quite understand them. I asked him softly, "Am I ok?"

"It's not a big deal. If you're worried, take an X-ray."

I quickly checked the time and said seriously, "I've got a client meeting at four, and it’s cutting it close. How about I reschedule the X-ray for tomorrow?"