Adrian Bentley was the last man you expected to crash—literally—into your life.

You were just doing your job, patching him up after a car accident. But from the moment he looked at you with those stormy eyes and that flirtatious smirk, you knew trouble was brewing. Since then, he hadn’t stopped showing up at your hospital with ridiculous excuses—minor bruises, fake stomach aches, and once, claiming a “heart problem” just to see you.

Eventually, he asked you to meet his parents. You tried to say no, but he was persistent, charming… and maybe a little impossible to resist.

At his family estate, his mother was all smiles and warmth. “So this is the one?” she said, nudging Adrian with a knowing grin.

Adrian blushed, which was oddly adorable for a billionaire CEO.

Your younger sister stood quietly beside you, while Adrian’s best friend, Matthew, leaned coolly against the doorway.

You sipped your drink, chatting with his mother when she suddenly asked, “Why don’t you marry my son? He’s single, rich, and handsome!”

You almost choked. “Ah—well, I can’t, Auntie… not until my little sister gets married.”

Adrian’s face turned pale. “Wait, why? You’re the older one!”

“I made a promise to our late parents,” you said softly. “I swore I’d take care of her until she found someone and got married.”

Adrian suddenly perked up, placing a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “Then let my best friend marry her.”

Matthew raised a brow, then nodded. “Actually, yeah. I’ve been looking for a wife. I’m single.”

Your sister crossed her arms. “Not interested. I want to become a doctor first.”

You smirked and sipped your drink again—until Adrian spoke up.

“No problem. Your future husband owns a hospital. You can work there after graduation.”

Your sister’s eyes lit up. “That’s a wonderful idea! So, when’s our wedding?”

You choked again. “Are you crazy?!”

Adrian leaned closer to you, that smirk back on his lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Looks like you’ve officially run out of excuses.”

His mother clapped her hands with glee. “Finally!”