"Isn't that Naina?" asked Herli, elbowing the stoic-faced man beside him.

"Who's Naina?" Nick replied wearily.

That evening, the two had decided to hit a nightclub. Carrying the status as doctors at a prestigious hospital had left them weary - especially for Nick, the director at Medistra Hospital, where life's complexities seemed to intensify.

But Nickolas Carter had little choice. As an heir of the Carter family, great responsibilities loomed over him, including the leadership of the family hospital.

Recently, Nick had been performing numerous surgeries and was in dire need of an unusual form of entertainment to rejuvenate his zest for life.

Reluctantly, Nick followed Herli's gaze to the direction where Herli's eyes were fixated.

"Naina, don't you remember? The daughter of the patient you took care of? Mrs. Wilda," Herli clarified unambiguously, both working in the same department and understanding each other's patients.

Upon hearing Herli's explanation, Nick sharpened his vision, observing a beautiful and voluptuous woman clinging to a man's arm.

Her features resembled Naina's, but tonight she appeared drastically different.

Within hospital circles, Naina was known as an innocent and hardworking daughter, single-handedly funding her mother's cancer treatment.

Mrs. Wilda required intensive care at the hospital, with costs ballooning. The hospital had suggested a transfer to a private institution, but Naina refused, insisting she could afford her mother's treatment.

It seemed this was how Naina sought funds - by offering her body to lascivious men.

Nick stared intently at her, as if finding the answer to his own dilemmas in her.

"Let's go home," Nick suggested, quickly finishing his drink and rising to leave.

Herli nodded in agreement; they had been there long enough, and it was now midnight.

The night rolled on.

By 7 a.m., Nickolas had arrived at Medistra Hospital.

People greeted him with respect as he walked - nurses, fellow doctors, and other hospital staff. Nick was highly esteemed, but the talk of the town was his called-off marriage. At 34, he was still unwed and without a family.

Nick's strides halted at the least auspicious ward, not his usual domain within the hospital. He paused at the room where Mrs. Wilda was being cared for.

After knocking, the door swiftly opened.

A guileless Naina appeared.

"Doctor Nick, please come in," greeted Naina, stepping back to give ample room for the doctor to enter. It was Doctor Nickolas who had been attending to her mother. For Naina, this hospital was exceptional, which was why she persevered despite her grueling struggle.

"No, I'm not here for Mrs. Wilda," Nickolas began, pausing briefly. "There are some things I need to discuss with you. Can we talk in my office?" he added.

Naina's eyes widened in instant fear, presuming her mother's condition had worsened, which must be what Doctor Nickolas wished to discuss.

"Alright, Doctor, let's go," Naina replied hurriedly, anxiety consuming her. But before leaving the room, she cast a solemn glance at her mother lying frail in bed, barely conscious.

Mrs. Wilda had been in a coma for over two weeks.

With her anxious heart, Naina followed Doctor Nickolas to his office.

"Have a seat," directed Nickolas.

"Thank you, Doctor," said Naina, sitting across from him, separated by the desk.

"What were you doing at Paradise Club last night?" asked Nickolas bluntly.

Naina's heart skipped a beat; how could Doctor Nickolas know about that?

"You've become an escort? How long? Since your mother fell ill?" he interrogated, his questions relentless and unaware of the hurt they inflicted upon Naina. And as he spoke, Nickolas's expression remained frosty.

Naina didn't choose to be a call girl, but she saw no other choice. For her mother, she would do anything.

Knowing her occupation was demeaning didn't warrant her dignity being trampled in such a manner.

The 26-year-old woman found herself speechless, grimly clutching her own hands, now clammy with cold sweat.

"I will keep this from your mother, but in return, marry me," Nickolas declared, his words incomprehensible to Naina. Yet, Doctor Nick further explained he had his reasons for this proposal - he was impotent and had no desire for women.

"Cure me, and afterward, I shall set you free," said Nick.

His words felt like commands, leaving no room for Naina to refuse. They each had secrets, and within those secrets, they were to be bound by marriage.

"Fine, Doctor, I agree," Naina decided, for Doctor Nickolas promised to cover all her mother's medical expenses.

At least now, she wouldn't have to be a prostitute for many, only for Doctor Nickolas.

"Heal me, and then you'll gain your freedom. And perhaps, by then, your mother will recover too."

"Today, I will arrange our marriage," concluded Nickolas.

Naina could only nod, feeling somewhat frightened by how little she knew Doctor Nickolas.

"When with me, be like you were last night, not the innocent Naina you are now. Understand?"

"Yes, Doctor," Naina responded obediently.

Unseen by anyone, Nickolas and Naina exchanged their sacred vows before God. That morning they visited a place of worship, solemnizing their secret wedding.

After leaving the hospital, they didn’t depart together; Naina took a bus while Nickolas used his personal car.

Following their solemn promise, Nickolas immediately invited Naina to his apartment—a place she could now freely enter as his wife, albeit secretly.

Like a dream, Naina had suddenly become the wife of the Chief Executive Officer at the hospital where her mother was being treated.

If word of this clandestine marriage were to leak, it would undoubtedly create chaos, given their vastly different social standings.

However, Naina chose not to dwell on that, for her current focus was her work, curing the doctor of a strange ailment she had never encountered before. And only through this means could she maintain her secret identity as a sex worker, ensuring her mother received extra attention from the hospital.

"Do you use the name Naina at the Club?" Nickolas asked, just as they entered the luxurious apartment. Since he noticed such a stark contrast between the current Naina and the one he'd seen at the Club, it was as though she had two identities.

"No, Doc, I go by Laura at the Club," Naina replied, eliciting a chuckle from Nickolas.

His usually cold and impassive face transformed in an instant, becoming incredibly handsome with a charming smile.

Naina was utterly dazzled by him.

"All right, that means you are Laura now."

"Okay, Doc," Naina responded, shifting into her sultry persona without hesitation, daringly approaching until she was nearly pressed against the doctor's body.

"We should have bought lingerie earlier," Naina whispered, having completely transformed. No longer was she the innocent and naïve Naina, but rather, she had fully become Laura of Paradise Club, leaving Nickolas astounded.

The girl he had seen fighting tirelessly for her mother also possessed a daring, seductive side.

"Wait," Nickolas responded, suddenly feeling awkward himself. For some time, he had felt uncomfortable around women, to the point of being dispassionate. His libido seemed to have flatlined.

"What does the doctor wish for?" Naina asked, her voice coyly sweet.

Which only served to make Nickolas chuckle at his own sensation. Yet he liked this provocative side; he wanted Naina to always tease him.

"I think it's too soon to get to the heart of the matter," said Nickolas.

"Really? I can hardly wait," Naina countered, drawing closer again and even laying her hand on the doctor's chest.

Truly, at that moment, it wasn't Nickolas's heart on the verge of bursting but Naina's. Her hand trembled as it rested on his broad chest.

Being bold with someone so esteemed was not easy, yet she had to be professional. Her trembling hand clutched at Nickolas's white shirt, while her other slid behind to embrace the doctor’s waist.

"The doctor seems underwhelmed; it still feels so insignificant," Naina observed because she could sense what was below due to their proximity, but indeed, Nickolas's passion was extinguished.

"You're right, it's your job to bring it to life."

"May I touch it?"

"Go ahead."

Yuck! Naina gulped harshly, realizing that she wouldn't be able to stand the Doctor's weapon.

Oh my! Naina felt like screaming, but instead she put on a tempting smile. Though her hand crept lower, her gaze stayed fixed on the Doctor's brown eyes.

Until her hand reached its destination.

"Yes, it's still small," Naina said, biting her lower lip in frustration. She had felt numerous men's weapons, and Doctor Nickolas' was the softest.

But she couldn't believe it was completely defunct, so she continued to stroke it gently, even though it was covered.

If things were normal, it would have grown by now, but no, it remained soft like a squishy toy.

"Soft," Naina said again, almost laughing. If all men were like this, there would be no lechers.

Nickolas wasn't offended by her comment at all. This was his condition for the past two years, after he caught his fiancee in bed with another man just before their wedding.

The disgust and trauma had sapped Nickolas of all desire. At first, he didn't recognize the condition, but in the past year, it became apparent. He had sought treatments in secret, ashamed of his condition.

That's why when he saw Naina at the Paradise Night Club, Nickolas thought he had found a solution.

Nick didn't stop Naina from roaming his body, he reached for his wallet instead. He pulled out a platinum card with an extraordinary limit.

"Use this card to buy whatever you want. I'd be happy if you bought lots of lingerie," said Nickolas.

Naina slowly released her embrace when she heard that. She was accustomed to this kind of payment and wasn't surprised, but being handed a credit card was different.

"You also have unpaid bills at the hospital, don't you? Pay them with this," Nickolas said next.

"Thank you, Doc. You just got more lovable," Naina replied playfully.

"You're really different, but that's good," Nick replied with a small smile.

"I'll be heading back to the hospital. Remember, we must behave professionally there," said Nick.

"Understood, darling," Naina replied, now holding the credit card and ready to pamper both his body and ears.

Nick took a step back to leave, but Naina hurried to grab his shirt to stop him.

"Why?" asked Nick.

"Don't just leave like that; we've just got married. At least give me a kiss," Naina responded.

Nick hesitated, reminded of that damn woman's betrayal, which made him withdraw. But then he remembered his need to heal, so he stepped forward and held Naina's waist.

He kissed Naina fiercely. However, such touches were familiar to her, allowing her to respond eagerly, though she gasped for air at times.

Nick bit Naina's lip, drawing blood unintentionally. Seeking passion, but finding none.

"Doc, take it easy," said Naina once they broke the kiss. Despite his near-frustration, seeing Naina's mischievous and spoiled manner made him smile.

She was like water extinguishing his anger.

"Go on now," Naina said with a breathless voice and a smile. She pushed Nickolas' chest, urging him to leave.

He complied, and she pushed his back until they were both outside.

"I'll come back tonight for more," Naina teased, stretching provocatively.

Nick nodded, nearly laughing but holding it in.