No Strings Attached

The seasoned expert handed the medical report to Chase, wearing a broad smile. "Well, Chase. It seems like I won't be able to give you that gift just yet. You'll have to keep trying! She just has a hormonal imbalance and a bit of a sensitive stomach."

Chase, holding the report and seeing all the values within the normal range, slumped into his chair like a deflated balloon.

Why wasn't she pregnant? He had tried so hard that time they had sex. He made Sasha cry from the intensity and made it last long. It was also during her most fertile period. How could it not have worked? Was there something wrong with him?

Chase's gaze dropped, silent and defeated.

Sasha snatched the report, and upon seeing it didn't contain any news of pregnancy, her tightly wound heart instantly relaxed. Her previously tense face broke into a smile. "I told you, you weren't that potent. Dream on about me bearing your child, maybe in your next life!"

She gave Chase a meaningful pat on the shoulder and sauntered off, humming a tune.

his teeth in frustration. It was bad enough that she wasn't pregnant, but now she was mocking

This was unbearable!

up, and marched out. Sasha, who was merrily skipping ahead,

reputation is already shot. One more time won't hurt. Let's see

hoisted Sasha over his shoulder like a sack and hastened outside. A young nurse gasped

Chase is boyfriend goals for carrying her single-handedly. The scent of testosterone

just came out from the OB/GYN, so could Sasha be

Chase be on his way

from behind. "What

"We're talking about Dr. Chase. He just

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