The aloof, untouchable guy I had a crush on completely ignored me. Desperate, I prayed to the gods to let me have him eating out of the palm of my hand. The next morning, a string of prayer beads appeared on my nightstand. I thought it was a divine gift, so I immediately grabbed it and started playing with the beads. As a result, my crush ended up going to a men's health clinic that very day. He said he constantly felt like someone was touching him, and it just wouldn't go down. 1 I had been chasing Scott for three months. He was still cold and distant. Even when I stood right in front of him, he acted like I didn't exist. I finally couldn't take it anymore. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I prayed to the Deer God. "Oh, mighty Deer God, you are the manliest of men, the alpha of alphas, the elite of the elites! You are dashing and majestic! Your martial arts are unparalleled in this world!!! "Please, I'm begging you, use your divine power to make my crush unable to live without me! Make him obsessed with me for the rest of his life, make him submissive to me! Please!!!" After leaving that message, I turned off my phone and went to sleep. I had a vague dream about meeting someone. The next morning, a string of prayer beads appeared on my nightstand. I was absolutely certain I had never bought anything like it. Looking closely, they seemed to glow with a faint golden light. It seemed the Deer God had actually answered my prayers! This must be the magical artifact he gifted his devoted follower! Meant for me to completely control Scott! I couldn't wait to pick up the prayer beads. I played with them for a long time before wrapping them around my wrist. I gave myself a mental pep talk. With these, I can definitely make Scott submit to me! 2 I was in a great mood today. I decided to drive my pink Cullinan. When I arrived at the lobby of Scott's company, I walked up to the reception desk carrying a small cake. "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Scott." The receptionist and I were already very familiar with each other. She winked at me. "Mr. Scott didn't come to the office today. I heard he might have gone to the hospital." The receptionist was very pretty. Scott's executive assistant had been pursuing her for over half a year. It probably wouldn't be long before they made it official. I generously pulled a VIP spa card out of my designer bag. "Just mention my name when you go." She accepted it with a beaming smile. "Thank you, Ms. Quinn!" I turned and walked a few steps. Then I suddenly remembered something and turned back. "Which hospital did he go to?" The receptionist paused. "Um... let me check." She fiddled with her phone for a moment. Then she looked up with a very strange expression. "The Men's Health Clinic." My sunglasses almost fell off my face in shock. "What?!" 3 I drove as fast as I could toward the hospital. I was so anxious my head felt like it was on fire. If it were any other health issue, fine, but why that specific problem?! Scott was so handsome, and his body was incredible. If he was... What a massive waste! While waiting at a red light, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the prayer beads on my wrist. I calmed down a bit. It's fine, maybe it's just a minor issue? With a face and body like Scott's... Even if he was a 'one-minute man', I'd still take him! 4 I had already won over his assistant, Kevin, through the receptionist, and he texted me the exact floor number. I arrived, panting heavily. I spotted Scott immediately. His brow was furrowed tightly, his face flushed bright red. He had a suit jacket draped over his lap. He sat in the waiting chair, panting heavily. He looked extremely uncomfortable. Kevin asked with concern: "Boss, are you feeling any better?" Scott's jaw was clenched tight, but he nodded. "It's a bit better now, the sensation isn't as intense. "This morning..." He let out a heavy sigh. My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, maybe it really is something serious! I quickly took off the prayer beads, holding them in my hand to steady my nerves, and walked briskly over. "Are you okay?" Scott jumped when he saw me approach. "W-what are you doing here?" He seemed to realize something and shot a look back at Kevin. I quickly spoke up: "Don't blame him, I was worried about you and forced him to tell me. "What exactly is wrong?" Scott turned his flushed face away, avoiding my eyes. He gritted his teeth and said with profound embarrassment, "It's nothing. Just leave." Here we go again with this attitude. He still didn't want to talk to me. I looked at Kevin. This time, he didn't say anything either. Feeling anxious, I started frantically rolling the prayer beads in my hand. Almost simultaneously. Scott let out a muffled groan. His hands gripped the back of the chair in front of him with a death grip. His abdomen trembled as if he were enduring some inhuman torture. I screamed, "Doctor! Someone find a doctor, hurry!" Even though I knew he was probably just unwell... For some inexplicable reason... His current state looked incredibly erotic. It made my heart flutter with a strange itch. I rolled the beads in my hand faster and faster. Scott's reaction became even more intense. His voice was low and hoarse, completely refusing to look at me: "Leave! Get out of here!" How could I possibly leave? Seeing him like this, I had no idea what was actually wrong. I placed my hand on his shoulder. I bent down, looking directly into his eyes, coaxing him with the utmost tenderness: "Are you in a lot of pain? Don't worry, the doctor will be here soon. "Don't be afraid. Even if there really is a problem, I don't care. "Scott, I like you, the person, not anything else..." Scott bit his lower lip hard, staying silent. The veins on his hands bulged, and he was trembling uncontrollably. But then, he suddenly relaxed and slumped back against the chair. Looking as if his entire world had just collapsed. "Are you... are you not in pain anymore?" I stopped rolling the beads. Terrified that something terrible had happened, I was beside myself with worry. "Scott, say something! What exactly just happened to you?!" Kevin suddenly seemed to realize something. A bizarre flush crept up his face. Then he came over, took my arm, and gently turned me around. "Ms. Quinn, we have to go in for an examination soon. It's really not appropriate for you to stay here. "The boss hasn't had breakfast yet. Why don't you go downstairs and buy him a pastry or something? "I'll stay here with him." I looked back at Scott's current state. I nodded. "Okay, take good care of him. "Kevin, he's the only man I want to marry. You absolutely cannot let anything happen to him." "I understand, I understand completely, Ms. Quinn." Kevin offered an ambiguous smile. "The boss... it shouldn't be anything major. "Probably just a bit too much stress lately. "We'll know for sure once he sees the doctor. "Don't worry, you two will have a very happy life together." Hearing him say that... I finally felt a little relieved. "I'll go downstairs and buy breakfast then." 5 "Boss, Ms. Quinn went downstairs." Scott leaned back in his chair, looking completely drained of all worldly desires. "Kevin, do you think she could tell?" "No, boss, you... you had your jacket covering it." "Heh." Scott let out a cold laugh. "What exactly is wrong with me? "I'm only twenty-four, could I be..." This was a matter of a man's dignity! Kevin quickly sneaked a glance at Scott's lap. "I really don't know what the situation is... "But boss, I think maybe it's time you got a girlfriend. "You're always busy with work, and under a lot of mental stress. Without an outlet for release, naturally... naturally, various issues can arise." Scott stared at him intently. "What about you? You don't have a girlfriend either, right? "Why aren't you experiencing these symptoms?" Kevin innocently raised his right hand. "I do have a girlfriend." Scott's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Just then, the doctor called his number. He and Kevin went in together. After listening to Scott describe his symptoms. The balding male doctor pushed his glasses up his nose. "This situation... "Take off your pants, let me take a look." Scott looked a bit embarrassed. "Um, the thing is, I couldn't control it out there just now..." "Oh." The doctor nodded nonchalantly. He conducted a thorough examination. "It looks very healthy, no issues at all, everything is perfectly normal. "But the situation is a bit more complicated than I thought. "You said earlier that you constantly feel like someone is touching you, right?" Scott nodded, his expression solemn. "Yes." Kevin wanted to laugh, but didn't dare. He turned around to study the ceiling. The doctor rested his chin on his hand and delivered his diagnosis. "Perhaps this is a psychological issue? "Why don't you try seeing a psychiatrist?" 6 I came back upstairs with the breakfast. Scott and Kevin hadn't come out yet. I sat in the waiting chair outside for a long time. Finally, they emerged from the consultation room. I walked up to them, holding out the pastry. "Scott, I got you some breakfast." He usually never even looked me in the eye. But today, he took the pastry as if all the fight had drained out of him. "Thank you." Something wasn't right. I looked at Kevin. I mouthed the words: "What happened?" Kevin shook his head and said nothing. "Scott, what exactly is wrong with you? Say something!" I was so anxious I was ready to jump out of my skin. Even if he really couldn't "perform" anymore, I needed to know! Scott turned his back to me. His tone was no longer as composed as usual. "Chloe, please stop liking me. "You won't be happy with me." This rejection was different from before! I sensed that something was very wrong. Looking at his devastated expression, was he really... impotent? I was burning with anxiety. I quickly took out the prayer beads and started rolling them again. The tall figure in front of me suddenly dropped to one knee, clutching his lower abdomen. Kevin was so shocked he almost screamed. "Boss!" I tried to follow to see what was happening. Scott reached an arm out behind him. "Don't come any closer!" He gasped heavily: "I... my stomach hurts, I need to go to the restroom. "Kevin, help me get over there, hurry!" "Right away, boss! I've got you." Kevin acted like a worried mother hen. He supported Scott, who could barely walk steadily, toward the restroom. I gritted my teeth and resolutely turned around, marching right back into the consultation room they had just left.
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "391669", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel