There are countless domineering CEO romance novels, and half of them have a personal doctor.
Unfortunately, I ended up becoming the exclusive personal doctor of one such CEO.
On my first day on the job, the CEO called at three in the morning, saying his canary was injured and it was an emergency.
Terrified, I grabbed my medical kit and ran to his villa. When I arrived, wouldn't you know it, the canary's wound had already healed.
On my fifth day, the CEO called to say his canary had sprained her ankle. He warned that if her treatment was delayed, I'd pay for it for the rest of my life.
When I rushed over, the two of them were dancing together, sweet as could be, and didn't pay me any mind.
The Nth time he summoned me for some incomprehensible reason, I stood outside watching them gaze lovingly at each other. My hand curled at my side as I cursed them viciously in my head.
"Damn it! What heart condition? She's sturdier than the cows my grandpa raises in his fields! Call me over in the middle of the night again, and I'll harness the lot of you to a plow and make you drag weeds through Grandpa's fields!"
But then the CEO's younger brother, a top-tier star, suddenly turned around and stared at me in shock. "I'm going too?"
