The CEO Gets What He Wants

She could never forget how she had answered questions in her naked body as the icy equipment was

stuck into her body. It was a long and tedious process.

Back then, she felt both humiliated and angry.

It might have happened five years ago, but she couldn't help but recall the fateful day whenever she

had to do a pelvic examination.

Less than five minutes later, the doctor was done.

Avery sat up from the tiny bed and sighed in relief. After cleaning herself up, she put on her clothes

hastily and filed out after the doctor.

She then returned to the waiting area and lined up to wait to receive her report.

Those who had completed their examinations would have to head in one by one to listen to the doctor

explaining their reports.

When Avery's name was called, she stood up. To her shock, the man waiting in another secluded spot

rose to his feet and came to the doctor's consultation room.

Avery halted in her tracks and stared at him.

Is he coming in with me? We're not husband and wife, so it isn't suitable for an irrelevant man to listen

to the results of my pelvic examination!

“It's best to treat any condition as soon as possible. I won't allow you to take your body condition

lightly,” Cayden said, and there was a finality to his tone that warned her not to protest.

Avery frowned and wanted nothing more than to say no.

However, she recalled how the stranger had asked about their sex life earlier. Perhaps people in the

society are more open-minded now, and everyone is more open to talking about sexual-related topics.

It isn't the same conservative society that I experienced back when I was eighteen.

Cayden was a successful businessman who was able to gain control of the entire Moore family without

anyone's support. That was enough to prove how capable he was. All successful men shared one

similarity—they only cared about the pros and cons of every situation.

To them, love was cheap and vulgar.

Perhaps Cayden's worried that I've infected some sexually transmitted disease that could be passed on

to him. Previously, Dr. Zeller's examination was not detailed enough. She gave me meds for my

condition but didn't conduct a thorough examination on my body.

She couldn't help but wonder. What kind of sexually transmitted disease can be passed on to men and

strike fear in their hearts? Syphilis? AIDS?

When Cayden stepped into the doctor's consultation room, assuming the identity of her husband, a

strange thought popped up in Avery's mind. What if the doctor misdiagnosed me and announces that I

have AIDS? I can't wait to see what his reaction would be when that happens. Will he get so scared

and flee the scene right away? Will he stay away from me his entire life?

It wasn't until much later that Avery discovered one could only get examined for sexually transmitted

diseases such as syphilis and AIDS at large hospitals. The community hospital she was currently in

didn't have the equipment to carry out the necessary examinations.

“Doctor, my body...” Avery grew nervous.

The doctor flipped through her report and responded, “You're doing fine. Pay more attention so you

won't catch a cold. Don't overexert yourself with intense activities, too. You should get more rest.”

Having said that, the doctor looked up and gave Avery the once-over. “You look like a white-collar

worker. These few days, you should refrain from wearing heels whenever possible.”

Avery nodded. “All right.”

“It's nothing serious, so don't worry. I'll prescribe you some medicine that you can buy at any

pharmacy.” As the doctor prepared the prescription, she noticed that Cayden had been gazing at Avery.

The doctor said, “Don't worry. Your wife is healthy. I've checked her ovaries and uterus. Her pelvic bone

is also fine. With my years of experience as a doctor, I can assure you that she can birth children

easily.”

Avery blushed furiously as she recalled an ancient saying. So they say women with big asses can give

birth to children easily.

She couldn't remember where she had heard that from. Perhaps she had heard it as a joke from her

Chanaean friends when she was studying abroad; perhaps she had heard her female neighbors

mention it when she was living with her grandfather back then.

It didn't matter from where she had heard the saying. When the doctor announced that it was easy for

her to give birth to children, she couldn't help but get embarrassed, especially now that Cayden was

right beside her.

With the report in her hands, Avery left the community hospital.

“Mr. Moore, I'm going home to sleep now,” she said without even looking at Cayden.

“I'll walk you to your building,” came Cayden's answer.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Knowing she'd reject his kind gesture, he

held her shoulders after draping his suit jacket over her.

Avery took in his scent and squirmed uncomfortably. She raised her head and was adamant about

rejecting his kind gesture.

Cayden refused to budge. “The doctor said you can't catch a cold.”

Avery couldn't get used to his concern. However, she thought about it and realized she had to play

along with him if she wanted to stay away from him. After I go back home, he'll leave. We'll never see

each other again.

With that thought in mind, she spun on her heels and entered her residential area.

The man followed her from a distance behind. Alas, his action merely served to show that they were in

an ambiguous relationship.

All Cayden did was walk behind her. Strangely, she felt her entire body burning up despite the cooling

breeze brushing against her body. Her heart started racing uncontrollably.