My period is delayed once again, so I need to visit the gynecology department.

In order to avoid embarrassing myself in public, I specifically ask for a doctor with a feminine name. That's how I make an appointment with Dr. Jessie Lloyd.

But it turns out that Jessie is a man!

After the initial embarrassment, I realize that Jessie is looking at me weirdly.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again.

I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd.

Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35.

On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue.

Then, I noticed something strange.

Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age?

Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

At 11:00 pm, it was finally my turn. I put my phone into my bag and walked toward Consultation Room 301.

As I pushed the door open, my eyes locked onto Jessie, who was clad in a crisp white coat.

I swallowed hard and instantly wanted to shut the door and say, "Sorry to disturb you."

Holy hell!

He was a man!

Dr. Jessie Lloyd was a man. And not just any man. A ridiculously handsome one.

He wore glasses and was somehow even better looking than my brother, Morgan Austin.

I was done for.

Bare-faced aside, I could literally feel myself dying inside, knowing I had to tell this stunning man that I was 30 years old and still a lifelong single virgin.

I froze at the doorway. My cold hand was still resting on the doorknob. My heart sank.

Seeing that I was not moving, Jessie frowned and broke the silence with that unfairly perfect face. "Ms. Molly Austin?"

"Yes, that's me."

My soul had basically left my body.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"I am."

I wanted to hop on the first train out of town and disappear forever, but I couldn't bear to waste the money I'd paid for the registration fee.

Curse my empty wallet!

With legs that felt like they were filled with cement, I moved under his gaze and slowly sat down.

Maybe I was moving too slowly, because Jessie raised a brow and asked, "Is your leg injured? This is gynecology, though."

I was confused for a second.

This doctor even joked.

I laughed awkwardly, my face burning. "No, Dr. Lloyd. My period is irregular. It's been over ten days late."

Under his stare, my heart nearly exploded.

I knew what he was about to ask, so I rushed to confess. "Uh, Dr. Lloyd, I'm not married. I don't have a boyfriend. I haven't had intimacy recently. And I'm not on birth control."

Jessie looked at me, his eyes deep and unreadable. "You seem quite familiar with the process."

I hoped someone could bury me right then and there.

His hands were beautiful. He adjusted his glasses with one finger.

Without looking up, he continued typing. He didn't notice my starstruck expression. "In that case, let's start with hormone tests and an ultrasound."

Jessie glanced at the screen and saw my age—30.

Just as he was about to print the form, I remembered something. The type of ultrasound depended on that kind of history.

My brain short-circuited. I was cringing so hard I could have crawled into a hole. "D-Dr. Lloyd, I've actually never had any... experience either."

Jessie smiled faintly. He switched the exam from transvaginal to abdominal, then looked up at me. "So, you're a lifelong single?"

Being a virgin meant I was a lifelong single?

I was impressed by his reasoning.

But unfortunately, he was right.

I suspected Jessie was making fun of me, but I had no proof.

I had been officially humiliated right in front of a hot guy. I wanted to cry.

Thankfully, the universe was huge. I would never see him again. Thinking that way made me feel a lot better.

…

That weekend, I slept in as usual. Half-awake, I heard Morgan chatting happily with someone—definitely not our parents.

I walked into the living room in my pajamas, hair a total mess, and probably with sleep still crusted in my eyes. "Morgan, who are you talking to?"

Two men turned around at the same time.

My eyes widened in shock.

The guy in the white T-shirt was that insanely handsome doctor from the clinic!

How was that even possible?

I immediately turned my face away to avoid embarrassment.

Morgan's voice floated down from above my head. "Why are you leaving? Come say hi. This is my friend, Jessie. We were roommates when we studied abroad."

Wow! When did my dear little brother get so polite?

I had no choice but to stop.

My mind was racing. Doctors were busy. There was no way Jessie could recognize me. I refused to believe he had superb memory.

I forced a smile, turned back, and sat beside Morgan. Acting calm like nothing was wrong, I said, "Why didn't you tell me your friend's here? Hi, I'm—"

"Hi, Molly."

Jessie smiled openly, his eyes bright and charming. He looked nothing like the cold, distant doctor in the white coat I'd seen the other day.

Molly…

I was pretty sure I had not said my name yet. My heart dropped.

Morgan looked even more confused than I was. Smiling, he asked, "Jessie, how do you know Molly?"

"She was my patient before," he answered Morgan, but his eyes were on me. My scalp went numb.

I was doomed.

Jessie actually remembered me!

My idiot brother clearly thought I was not embarrassed enough yet and kept twisting the knife. "Oh, I see. My sister's pretty, right? She's super popular. A total dating pro."

The words "dating pro" sent me straight to the grave.

For the record, that was the image I had always maintained in front of my family.

I mean, I was pretty. If they found out I had never dated in 30 years, Mom would probably lose her mind.

I just never expected Morgan to be this chatty.

At this point, I couldn't even control my facial expression.

Jessie gave me a long, meaningful look, his tone rising with a hint of intrigue. "Oh? Is that so?"

My whole body went numb.

I watched his lips move and felt like he was about to expose me. My mind went blank, and I rushed over and covered his mouth with my hand.

"What are you doing, Molly?"

With a grin, he reached out and gently nudged my hand aside. That was one beautiful smile.

I was way too bold.

Just then, Mom came out and reminded me not to forget my blind date today.

I had almost forgotten.

"A blind date?"

That was Jessie. I looked at him and saw his expression darken instantly.

What was that look about? I felt annoyed. So what if I was a lifelong single? Couldn't I go on a blind date?

I shot him a glare, said nothing, and turned back to my room. I could still hear Mom talking to him in fragments.

I closed the door, changed my clothes, and put on a full face of makeup. When I came out, Jessie was still sitting on the couch.

He watched me with narrowed eyes, but I ignored him. Irritated, I said goodbye to Mom and walked straight out. For some reason, my back felt cold.

Sitting in the cab, I grew increasingly uneasy. What if Jessie exposed me?

I decided I needed Morgan to give me his number so we could get our stories straight.

"Morgan, give me your friend's number."

Morgan replied pretty quickly. "What, are you trying to hit on my friend?"

I was too lazy to argue with him. I just said I needed to consult Jessie about a medical issue, and Morgan immediately sent me his contact.

I hesitated for a moment, then sent him a message. "Hi, Dr. Lloyd. This is Molly Austin. I asked Morgan for your number because I wanted to confirm something. You wouldn't mention my situation to him, right?"

But even after I got out of the cab, there was still no reply.

Oh, shit. Had he already told Morgan?

I felt very uneasy.

Forget it. I would deal with it after the blind date.

I changed his contact name to "Gynecology Dr. Lloyd".

When I arrived at the restaurant, I called my blind date.

I had no idea what he looked like. We never exchanged photos. Since we were in the same city, our parents said we could just meet and talk.

Then, I saw a short, bald, and chubby man waving while on the phone and walking in my direction.

My heart sank.

Of course.

Mom's standards for me had officially dropped to as long as he was a man.

I waved back without enthusiasm. "I see you."

But the voice on the phone sounded amused. "I'm behind you. How can you see me?"

"Behind me?"

I turned around and saw a tall, handsome man right in front of me.

Wow! Mom finally did something right.

His name was Tyler Graham. He was three years older than me, a Hillbrook College graduate, and currently a department manager in R&D at a Fortune 500 company.

He led me into the restaurant and even pulled out the chair for me like a gentleman.

Nice. Points for details.

Tyler smiled brightly. "Your mom said you really like this place, so I booked it here. What do you usually like to eat? I want to try their signature dishes, too."

He had done his homework, even going as far as researching my personal tastes beforehand.

Plus, with a face like that, as someone who appreciated good looks, I felt a surge of genuine interest.

After confirming that he could handle spicy food, I happily ordered several signature dishes.

I realized Tyler had a nice personality too. He was easygoing and good at keeping the conversation flowing.

I could not say I liked him yet, but I definitely did not mind getting to know him better.

The dishes were halfway served, and we were chatting happily. Then, Tyler, mid-sentence, went rigid. He looked right past me and fell into a stunned silence.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused, and turned around.

At some point, Jessie had appeared behind me. His handsome face was clouded with a dark, brooding look.

Why was he here?

Tyler frowned. "Do you two know each other?"

"Oh, he—"

I felt awkward and was about to explain, but Jessie grabbed my hand intimately and answered before I could, "Yes. I'm her ex-boyfriend."

Just like that, he ruined my blind date.

I didn't even get to eat. I stormed out, furious, with Jessie following behind me.

"What's wrong? Didn't you text Morgan and ask him to come help you sabotage the blind date? I did you a huge favor. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Thank you, my ass! I was about to explode.

After countless blind dates, I finally met someone decent.

I suddenly stopped and turned around. Jessie was tall, and I almost crashed straight into his chest.

Annoyed, I snapped at him, "I asked Morgan to come! I didn't ask you."

Mom was terrified I would never get married, so she introduced me to every strange man imaginable. I had no choice but to use this trick.

Who knew I'd end up falling flat on my face like this?

"You can get out of there quicker with me here," he said, looking quite pleased with himself.

I was fuming. "Well, then you…"

I barely managed to swallow the string of curses at the tip of my tongue. In the end, I chose to just shut my mouth.