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.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

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

This was unbearable!

In a 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 embarrass us!"

Chase flashed a mischievous smile. "My reputation is already shot. One more time won't hurt. Let's see who's really impotent!"

He hoisted Sasha over his shoulder like a sack and hastened outside. A young nurse gasped at the sight, covering her mouth to stifle a scream.

"Wow! Dr. Chase is boyfriend goals for carrying her single-handedly. The scent of testosterone is strong here."

"They just came out from the OB/GYN, so could Sasha be pregnant?"

"It's possible. They've been living together for a while now. By the looks of it, could Dr. Chase be on his way to fatherhood? Oh, I hope he invites us to the wedding. I'd love to go."

Their whispers were interrupted by Amanda's voice from behind. "What are you all looking at?"

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

"Dr. Amanda, you're close with Dr. Chase. Have they been living together for a while?"

Amanda looked towards where Chase was, just in time to see him giving Sasha a playful smack on her rear to quiet her down, whispering, "Sasha, be good."

This intimate gesture and the

flirtatious tone set the surrounding nurses into another round of excited

screams. Standing among them, Amanda couldn't help but clench her fists.

She and Chase had attended the same university and ended up at the same hospital, sharing an office. She felt she was so close to winning Chase's affection, but she never expected Sasha to appear out of nowhere, making the notoriously wife Chase settle down. He even stopped frequenting his usual bars and started heading straight home after work.

What was so special about Sasha? She was just an actress with no significant education or background and nowhere near her level.

Amanda's grip tightened, her nails digging into her skin without her noticing. A hint of fierceness crept onto her otherwise delicate features.