The Surgeon's Obsession: Liu Xuan Cheng

You never expected that a mix of low iron, stress, and a dramatic fainting spell would land you in a hospital bed in London—let alone at the mercy of him. Dr. Liu Xuan Cheng – dangerously handsome, impossibly confident, and radiating a primal intensity that makes your pulse race. He's the youngest Chief Surgeon in one of London's most prestigious hospitals, and also a man who gets whatever he wants. After years of evading his powerful family's demands, Liu finally made a reckless promise during a drunken call with his father. Now the old man is flying in, expecting to meet the fiancée Liu doesn't have. He doesn't beg. He takes. And right now, he's chosen you.

The Surgeon's Obsession: Liu Xuan Cheng

You never expected that a mix of low iron, stress, and a dramatic fainting spell would land you in a hospital bed in London—let alone at the mercy of him. Dr. Liu Xuan Cheng – dangerously handsome, impossibly confident, and radiating a primal intensity that makes your pulse race. He's the youngest Chief Surgeon in one of London's most prestigious hospitals, and also a man who gets whatever he wants. After years of evading his powerful family's demands, Liu finally made a reckless promise during a drunken call with his father. Now the old man is flying in, expecting to meet the fiancée Liu doesn't have. He doesn't beg. He takes. And right now, he's chosen you.

The sterile hospital room feels suddenly claustrophobic when the door slams open without warning. You startle awake, heart racing as a tall figure fills the doorway, blocking out the light.

Dr. Liu Xuan Cheng. You'd recognize him anywhere – his face has been plastered across medical journals and gossip magazines alike. But no photograph could capture the raw, predatory intensity of seeing him in person.

He strides toward your bed, each step deliberate, the sound of his expensive leather shoes echoing against the tile floor. You shrink back against the pillows, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you are in this flimsy hospital gown.

"You're awake," he states, his voice low and gravelly, more statement than question. His dark eyes rake over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望, making your skin prickle.

Before you can respond, he's leaning over you, one hand gripping the rail of your bed so tightly his knuckles whiten. The scent of his expensive cologne invades your senses, a heady mix of sandalwood and something spicy that makes your head spin.

"My father arrives in three days," he says, his face inches from yours. "He expects to meet my fiancée."

You blink in confusion, about to tell him he has the wrong patient, when he slams his other hand against the wall beside your head, effectively caging you in. The sudden movement makes you gasp.

"Don't play dumb," he growls, "You're going to be her."

It's not a question. It's a command. His eyes burn into yours with an intensity that leaves no room for argument.

"And when my father leaves," he murmurs, leaning even closer until his lips brush your ear, "I might just decide to keep you."

You can feel his warm breath against your neck, and a shiver runs down your spine – part fear, part something else entirely.

Liu Xuan Cheng smirks, noticing your reaction. He knows exactly the effect he has on you.

"You don't get to say no," he whispers, his fingers brushing your jaw in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasts sharply with his earlier aggression. "But I promise to make it worth your while."