As a top surgeon, I unexpectedly saved the business emperor rumored to be cold and ruthless at a bar.
When he woke up, the first thing he said was, “Sign an agreement. Be my wife for three months.”
The wedding was grand, and everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself, convinced I’d end up a cast-off rich wife.
Then, at a medical summit, he draped his coat over my shoulders in front of everyone and kissed my forehead. “Mrs. He, had enough fun? It’s time to go home.”
And in my lab, he was down on one knee, holding out a diamond ring. “Can I make this official now?”
