CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila’s expression remained cool, “Dr. Hans, if you’re so compassionate, why not offer free medical care from now on? Stop charging patients.”

Leila continued, “I’ve heard people in the hospital talk. Dr. Hans, your family is in politics and has connections. Since you sympathize with this family, why not use your influence to help them find a kidney source?”

Dr. Hans’s face turned, “If you don’t want to help, just say no. There’s no need to drag me into this.”

Leila sneered, “Wasn’t it you who dragged me into this in the first place?”

Dr. Hans remained silent.

“There are plenty of patients in nephrology, and even more waiting for a kidney. Yet Dr. Hans, you only sympathize with this family. I don’t want to delve into the reasons, nor do I care to know. I just hope Dr. Hans can now lead this family out of my mother’s ward.”

With that said, without waiting for Dr. Hans to respond, Leila turned to Mason standing beside her and said, “I want to change my mother’s doctor.”

Mason smirked slightly, reached out to hug her shoulder, and patted it. “I’ll take care of it.”

As Dr. Hans left Dasha’s room, his face was pale. The family of three behind him wanted to say something, but his cold glare silenced them.

Tessa hurriedly stepped forward to close the ward door.

Leila remained silent. After a while, she turned to Dasha and said, “Mom, I’m going out . Call me if you need anything.”

Dasha nodded, “Okay.”

Leila tilted her head slightly and met Mason’s eyes, “You come out, I have something to say to you.”

After Leila finished speaking, she walked towards the door.

Mason nodded and followed closely behind.

A few minutes later, the two appeared in Mason’s car.

“I wasn’t aware of today’s incident, sorry about that,”

Mason hold Leila’s hand lightly, his tone serious. “Leila, I’m afraid our six-month deal might not work anymore. Now that everyone knows I’m your boyfriend, breaking up in the short term wouldn’t be good for my reputation.”

Mason said it seriously. Leila almost believed him.

His fingertips lightly brushed the edge of Leila’s ring finger, sending a tingling sensation through her body.

Make sure Mason didn’t have any misunderstandings about what happened in the ward just now, Leila didn’t linger in the car. “You go back first. I need to talk to my mom.”

With that, Leila took out the house keys from her pocket and handed them to him.

Mason looked at the keys she offered but didn’t take them.

Leila asked, “Are you staying in a hotel tonight?”

Mason chuckled softly and reached out to accept the keys.

Leila turned and got out of the car.

Little did she know, as soon as her hand touched the car door, Mason grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Before she could react, Mason released her wrist and instead placed his hand on the back of her neck, leaning in to kiss her directly.

This kiss from Mason felt different than before, more heartfelt.

After the kiss ended, Mason rested his forehead against Leila’s and smiled, “Should I wait for you at home?”

“Hmm.”

Mason asked, “What do you feel like eating?”

Leila teased, “Can you cook?”

“Underestimate me?”

To be honest, Leila felt Mason was just boasting, but she smiled softly and said, “Anything’s fine, I’m not picky.”

Mason nodded, squeezing her neck gently. “Got it.”

Leila got out of the car and returned to the hospital ward, where she received plenty of curious looks from the nephrology department staff along the way. Upon reaching the ward, she closed the door firmly, shutting out all prying eyes from outside.

Dasha appeared composed on the surface, she hesitated several times to ask something but decided against it.

Leila sensed her mother’s thoughts and smiled reassuringly as she approached. “Mason didn’t take it too seriously.”

“He wasn’t angry?” After all, this whole situation stemmed from him arranging the kidney donor for her.

Leila shook her head. “No, he’s not that type of person.”

Dasha sighed in relief. “That’s good, that’s good.”

Leila moved closer and poured her a glass of water. “Mom, are you feeling up to going out?”

Taking the glass, Dasha looked up. “Where to?”

Leila spoke frankly, “Dad said he’s coming back the day after tomorrow.”

Dasha’s hand holding the glass trembled slightly, worried that Leila might notice something, but she quickly composed herself. “Did you call him?”

Leila knew her mom too well. Her love for Keith ran deep, not something easily let go of. Divorce was a rational decision, but there were lingering emotional attachments. It wasn’t just Dasha; anyone in such a situation wouldn’t easily recover from it. “Yes, I called him this morning.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

Leila turned and walked to the water dispenser, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and said, “He told me he’s coming back the day after tomorrow and asked me not to disturb him these two days because he can’t take calls.”

Dasha’s breath caught. “Okay, then don’t disturb him.”

Leila assured her, “I won’t.”

Tessa, who was standing nearby, interjected, “I’ll rent a wheelchair from the nursing station the day after tomorrow. Wherever you want to go, I’ll push you.”

Leila turned to Tessa with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Leila stayed with Dasha in the ward until nine o’clock at night, waiting until her mother fell asleep before leaving the room.

As she walked out of the ward door and approached the elevator, she heard a soft voice behind her, “Are you Miss Patel?”

She turned at the sound and saw a woman who was petite and fragile.

Seeing Leila look at her, she seemed afraid.

Leila stopped but didn’t approach, making sure she didn’t know the person. “Who are you?”

“I’m Stefania Owen.”

Stefania finished speaking, realizing that Leila didn’t seem inclined to respond. She hurried to explain, “This afternoon, it was my parents and my brother who knelt down in your mother’s hospital room.”

Leila’s expression turned somewhat aloof.

Stefania took a few steps forward but seemed afraid of Leila. When she stopped about a meter away, she bowed deeply, “Miss Patel, I apologize on behalf of my parents and my brother.”

Leila responded calmly, “No need.”

With that, Leila walked towards the elevator just as the doors opened. Without looking back, she stepped inside.

Once the elevator doors closed, a hint of impatience flashed across Leila’s face.

On the way home in the taxi, Leila received a call from Shirley.

Shirley sounded tired and somewhat defeated on the phone.

Listening to her voice, Leila couldn’t help but suppress a laugh. “Come on, spill it. What’s going on?”

Shirley hesitated, “I don’t really want to talk about it with you.”

Leila teased, “If you don’t talk to me, who else are you going to talk to?”

Shirley scoffed, “You’ve got enough on your plate lately. I don’t want to make it worse for you.”

After a moment of silence, Shirley asked, “How are things on your end?”

Leila chuckled and briefly recounted the events of the past two days.

Shirley couldn’t judge her father Keith, but she had an opinion about the girl who had just apologized to Leila. “Who does she think she is, representing her parents and brother in an apology?”

“She looks like a college student… So, tell me, what happened to you today?”

Once the conversation got rolling, Shirley began to vent, “We got a bitch in the office.”

“And then?”

“She’s taken over my position. Now I’m unemployed, spending my days cooking dinner for Caleb.”

The two chatted for nearly half an hour, both feeling considerably better afterward.

As the car reached home, Leila smiled and said, “I’m home.”

“Alright, I’m tired too. Talk to you next time.”

Leila opened the door to her apartment and immediately caught the aroma of food.

Mason was leaning on the kitchen counter, holding a spatula as he stirred the food.

Leila stood at the entrance, momentarily transfixed.

By the time she snapped out of it, Mason had turned off the stove and leaned against the kitchen doorway.

“Do I look handsome?”

Leila glanced at him, then looked down to change into slippers, avoiding the question.

“Not daring to say?”

Leila quipped back, “Handsome.”

Leila stepped into the bathroom to wash her hands, Mason’s hand slipped into her clothes, inch by inch…

Leila shuddered, inhaling sharply. “Mason.”

Mason’s voice was low and deep. “I never imagined I would willingly cook and wash dishes for a woman.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m finally your boyfriend, and I won’t give you any reason to kick me out.”

“… “