“Nah.”


    Mason bit her lower lip, “Short-term, six months.”


    “Isn’t this good now? Why is that necessary?” Le questioned.


    Mason kissed from her lips to her corbone, murmuring, “Le, I want to be your boyfriend.”


    Le couldn’t help but chuckle. It almost sounded like she was the scandalous one here.


    As Mason kissed her, Le’s body trembled slightly. He lifted her onto the windowsill, leaning in.


    Le pushed against his chest, “Don’t get carried away.”


    Mason looked down at her, grinning mischievously, “So, yes or no?”


    Blushing, Le replied, “No.”


    “You sure?” Mason teased, a hint of threat in his eyes.


    Feeling rebellious, Le tried to resist, but he used onerge hand to restrain both of her wrists behind her back.


    His cold lips pressed against hers. The kiss was aggressive and breathtaking, making her head go nk and her eyes to suddenly shut close while she responded back to the kiss.


    He moved his hand down to her breast and groped it in his palm while she moaned into his lips at the sensation of his touch . His palm rotated round her breast as he squeezed.


    “Mason…” She moaned.


    “Am I your boyfriend now?”. Mason added as a smirk appeared on his lips. He lifted her dress up to bunch around her waist, licked his lips as he stared at her creamy fleshyp, his cock hardened at the attention he was giving to her.


    “The fuckkk…”. He groaned as he took control and began to grind his cock against her clit…


    Le had her delicate feet propped on Mason’s shoulder, her voice trembling as if on the verge of tears. She whispered shakily, “Mason.”


    Ignoring her emotional tone, Mason persisted with his question, “So, tell me, am I your boyfriend now?”


    Finding it hard to resist, Le responded with a hint of crying, “Yes… Yes…”


    …


    As Mason carried Le off the windowsill, she kicked and struggled against him. Mason chuckled and carried her into the bathroom…


    After breakfast, Le casually wiped her mouth with a napkin and asked Mason, “When are you going back?”


    “So soon? After we’ve defined our rtionship?” Mason teased.


    “I have things to do and no time to apany you,” Le retorted.


    “Do I need yourpany?” Mason countered.


    “Then you can’t live here all the time. Neighbors are acquaintances, and they will tell my mother if they see you.”


    Mason sat up straight and leaned back, with one hand propped up on the dining table, half squinting at her. He didn’t say a word, but Le understood the meaning in his eyes. They are now boyfriend and girlfriend, famous and influential, and upright.


    After the meal, Mason drove Le to the hospital.


    As the car pulled into the hospital’s parking lot, Le unbuckled her seatbelt, steady and quick, afraid he’d go up to visit Dasha.


    Mason noticed her cautious behavior but didn’t say anything.


    Just as Le was about to exit the car, Mason lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and said, “For these six months, you won’t be dating anyone else, right?”


    Le hesitated for a moment before replying, “I won’t.”


    Mason nodded, “Good. I won’t either. No scandals.”


    His words sounded like a promise, but Le didn’t fool herself into thinking their six-month rtionship would be like a normal one.


    A few minutester, as Le entered the hospital ward, she coincidentally encountered Dr. Hans doing his rounds.


    Dasha seemed to be in decent condition, and Dr. Hans, with a serious expression, cautioned her, “With your condition, you must avoid anger and agitation.”


    “And if you encounter someone you don’t want to see again, just call security.”


    “If something were to happen unexpectedly, Le would be the one most upset.”


    Dasha looked like a scolded child, “I understand, Dr. Hans.”


    After a brief chat with Dasha, Dr. Hans turned to Le and said, “Come with me.”


    “Okay.” She followed Dr. Hans into his office.


    “The surgery is scheduled for early next month. I’ll text you the exact date.”


    “Thank you, Dr. Hans.”


    Dr. Hans paused before asking, “Your mother’s kidney donor… was it arranged by your friend?”


    He hesitated slightly when mentioning ‘friend.’


    Le knew exactly who he meant by ‘your friend’ and replied, “Yes.”


    Dr. Hans put down the medical records, seeming conflicted or uncertain. After a moment, he spoke again, “I’ve been trying to recall where I’ve seen your friendtely. It wasn’t untilst night that I remembered he’s Mason, the CEO of The Ramirez Group.”


    Le was momentarily speechless, unsure of Dr. Hans’s intentions in mentioning this.


    Dr. Hans finished speaking and noticed Le didn’t respond. He tilted his body slightly and continued, “Do you know the patient in the room next to your mother’s?”This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Le didn’t know.


    “It’s a male patient, thirty years old, his child just turned two weeks oldst month…”


    Dr. Hans led the conversation up to this point, and Le vaguely guessed what he wanted to say next.


    Sure enough, the next moment, Dr. Hans said, “For an ordinary family, finding a kidney donor might be an impossible quest in a lifetime, but for someone like Mr. Ramirez, it’s just a matter of a word. Le, you…”


    Dr. Hans was interrupted by Le, who spoke firmly, “Dr. Hans.”


    “Yeah?” Dr. Hans responded, slightly leaning forward.


    Le’s voice remained resolute as she said, “I can’t help with this favor.”


    Hearing her words, Dr. Hans frowned.


    Seeing the displeasure in his eyes, Le continued calmly, “If I had the ability to help, and since you’ve brought it up, I would certainly assist. But I also understand my limits and boundaries when asking for favors.”


    Dr. Hans said, “I believe if you were to ask, Mr. Ramirez wouldn’t refuse.”


    Le responded, “But I can’t have no bottom line, just because he doesn’t say no.”


    Le left the doctor’s office. Noticing Dr. Hans’s displeased expression, she chose to ignore it, pretending not to see.


    Back in the ward, Dasha was praising Dr. Hans for being a diligent and good doctor.


    Initially not wanting to engage, but concerned Dr. Hans might approach Dasha, Le spoke softly, “Mom, maintaining some distance in doctor-patient rtionships might be better.”


    Dasha turned to look at her upon hearing this.


    Le walked to the water dispenser, poured a ss, and handed it to Dasha, saying, “Having some distance isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”


    Understanding Le well, Dasha knew her daughter’s words weren’t without reason. She took the ss and replied, “That’s true.”


    Just then, Dasha noticed the hickey on Le’s neck.


    Being experienced, Dasha hesitated for a moment and tactfully asked, “Has Samuele here?”


    Hearing Dasha’s question, Le looked up, “Huh?”


    Seeing Le’s confused expression, Dasha cleared her throat lightly, “It’s nothing.”


    Nearing noon, Tessa asked what they wanted for lunch and went downstairs to buy it.


    Once Tessa left, Dasha asked Le about what happened in Dr. Hans’s office that morning.


    Le didn’t hide anything and told Dasha about the incident.


    Dasha was initially incredulous but sighed lightly, “Dr. Hans has gone too far.”


    Le responded, “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. What matters is, Mom, we can’t go too far.”


    Dasha reassured Le, “Don’t worry, I understand this. I won’t cause you trouble.”


    “Yeah.”


    After finishing discussing Dr. Hans’s matter, Dasha leaned in and pointed at the mark on Le’s neck. “What’s this?”


    Le wasn’t aware of anything on her neck and reached back to feel it. “Huh?”


    Dasha asked, “Has Samuel note to Yort City?”


    “No, he… ” As Le spoke, she suddenly remembered something, and her cheeks flushed red.


    Seeing this, Dasha confirmed her suspicion. The hickey wasn’t from Samuel.


    Noticing Dasha’s change in expression, Le was nervous. “Mom…”


    Dasha furrowed. “Did you and Samuel break up?”


    Le looked directly at Dasha and replied seriously, “Mom, Samuel and I never dated at all. We were just acting.”


    Le finished speaking, fearing she might upset Dasha.


    Unexpectedly, Dasha sighed, “I knew it.” She then lightly tapped Le’s forehead with her finger. “I figured it out long ago.”


    Le didn’t expect this reaction but couldn’t help smiling. “How did you figure it out?”


    Dasha replied, “Which couple in love doesn’t call each other for ten days or two weeks? Besides, thest time you two were home, you were both too deliberate.”


    Le remained silent.


    Dasha smiled and added, “But I still quite like that boy Samuel… So, who’s your boyfriend now?”