Virginity Under Scrutiny

Betrothed to My Doctor

My family was on the brink of bankruptcy.

To save us, my dad married me to a rich and powerful family.

Before the wedding day, my fiancé demanded a V-card test.

I confidently agreed to the test.

To my surprise...

The man who examined me was actually the doctor who had repaired my membrane three times by now...

As soon as the door swung open, the smile on my face froze.

The man standing inside was actually my doctor.

There was a peculiar look in his eyes, too.

“I'm Tina Tyler."

After a few seconds of silence, I forced myself to casually introduce myself.

After all, the name I used when getting treated was Cheryl Fisher.

As long as I denied it with all my might, there was a chance I could pull the wool over this fool's eyes.

"Tina Tyler?" Joel Lane asked with a raised eyebrow as he scanned my face.

"Yes, that's me. Can we start?"

I just wanted him to get on with the test.

"If I remember correctly, I told you to avoid doing it for a month or two after the operation. It has only been 20 days since the operation, Cheryl."

Fresh out of the shower, he was dressed in a white bathrobe with a gaping collar that showed off his seductive muscles. His hair was still wet as it framed his sharp features. With piercing eyes, he scrutinized me.

I was panicking hard, but I remained stubborn. "What are you saying? I don't understand."

"Oh? Did someone impersonate you? I'll have to show the footage to your family and ask them about it."

"Don't!" I got flustered and confessed to it.

Never in my life would I have imagined I would marry a man who knows all my pasts.

Was he crazy? Why would a rich family's heir specialize in that kind of operation?

I had been tempted to pursue him due to his looks. However, I had a change of heart when I recalled the exact type of operation he specialized in. It was a little too much for me to bear, so I gave up on the idea.

The first time I had him repaired for me was five years ago.

Back then, he asked me why I wanted to undergo that operation.

With my eyes covered by my sunglasses, I casually replied, "Because I want to."

The long look he gave me was rather weird.

The second time was three years ago. He asked me the same question. "It's needed for your medical records. Please tell me the reason."

His face was icy cold. There was not a single sign of the warmth that people attributed to doctors.

I was not happy with his attitude. Hence, I crossed my legs and replied, "My man did it. He's that strong."

The fingers busy typing away suddenly stopped. The look he gave me was even weirder at that time.

Throughout the whole operation, his eyes were frigid.