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.

gritted his teeth in frustration. It was bad enough that she wasn't

This was unbearable!

swift motion, he rose from his chair, picked Sasha up, and marched out. Sasha, who was merrily skipping ahead, let out a scream when suddenly lifted. "Ah! Chase, put me down! We're surrounded by your colleagues. Don't

a mischievous smile. "My reputation is already shot. One

shoulder like a sack and hastened outside. A young nurse gasped at the sight, covering her mouth to stifle

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

out from the OB/GYN, so could Sasha be

of it, could Dr. Chase be on his way to

voice from

nurses eagerly shared, "We're talking about Dr. Chase. He just took Sasha to the OB/GYN, and we're speculating if she's

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