Chapter 3
I had to tilt my head back, almost touching his nose.
"I can cure your erectile dysfunction."
Hearing this, Hector's eyes instantly darkened, and his hand violently gripped my throat.
I could see the thought in his eyes: Rather than risk uncertain, unrealistic possibilities, better to silence you forever with
this secret.
As the pressure on my neck suddenly increased, I clutched at his hand, struggling to squeeze out a few broken words:
"Three days... just three days... and you'll see... results... cough."
"If it doesn't work... you can... deal with me then..."
Hector finally released his grip. In that brief minute, I thought I was going to die right there.
I dared to speak up because I was absolutely confident.
In my previous life, Oliver was even more difficult to handle than Hector. The only reason I stayed with him for so long was
because I had value to him.
I majored in medicine. This background served me well in my previous life. According to my parents' wishes, I needed to be mindful
of Jocelyn's feelings and couldn't outshine her in any aspect.
No one knew how skilled I really was. People only knew that I spent an entire year treating Oliver's leg, which eventually helped
him recover.
However, no one knew that Oliver also suffered from erectile dysfunction.
I treated him for over a month before his wife successfully conceived a child.
Thinking about this, I took several deep breaths, then grabbed Hector's wrist to check his pulse.
Fortunately, his condition was similar to Oliver's—not difficult to treat.
"How did you know I had this condition?"
Confusion flashed in Hector's eyes as he grabbed my hand.
I smiled and made up a lie: "Before marrying you, I had to learn something about my future husband, didn't I?"
In truth, Hector's erectile dysfunction was common knowledge in my previous life.
Back then, Jocelyn tried everything but could never arouse Hector's interest.
She drugged him and called a private doctor to examine him. The results revealed Hector's erectile dysfunction.
When Hector woke up, he flew into a rage. He suppressed all information about it and sent Jocelyn to a mental institution.
Hearing my words, Hector's pupils slightly contracted as he thought to himself:
"After knowing all this, you still didn't choose my older brother..."