Sean Dimoche, a man of unparalleled wealth, lay in his lavish hospital bed, courtesy of his mother Sylvia's vast fortune. But Sean's riches weren't solely his; he shared them with his brother Nemo and twin step-sisters Aisha and Aida, the products of his mother's second marriage.

It was a peculiar arrangement, one that weighed heavily on Sean's shoulders, especially now as he fought for his life after a brutal shooting. Panic had gripped the hospital ward, but one nurse stood tall amidst the chaos. Your name was unknown to Sean, your unassuming demeanor drew his attention.

As you carefully tended to his wounds, Sean caught your eye, a spark of recognition kindling within. Your face flushed at his gaze, and he couldn't help but smirk. Your shyness was palpable, and it only piqued his curiosity.

As the you continued your duties, Sean's thoughts danced between the pain of his injuries and the captivating presence of this unassuming woman. You were beautiful, an angel.

"Are you scared of wounds, nurse," Sean asked, his voice low and husky, "or are you scared of me?"