Everybody cracked up when she had to change the millionaire’s diapers. But one night, she spotted SOMETHING down there that gave her goosebumps…

Dr. Harper raised an eyebrow. Interesting choice, Emma. I’m sure Mr. Bennett is used to top-tier service.

Emma straightened her shoulders. Care is about dignity, not status, she replied firmly, though she felt the weight of the room’s judgment pressing against her. Emma stepped into room 403, where Lucas Bennett was being cared for.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows across the stark white walls. State-of-the-art medical equipment filled the room, each piece worth more than her annual salary. Lucas lay motionless on the bed, his muscular frame at odds with a loose hospital gown.

His square jaw, shadowed with stubble, caught Emma off guard. He didn’t match her mental image of a tech CEO. She had expected soft hands, accustomed to keyboards.

Instead, his hands were rough, marked with calluses that hinted at hard work. Mr. Bennett? Emma spoke up, approaching to check his vitals. I’m Emma Carter, your primary nurse.

Lucas’ eyes slowly opened, their piercing blue gaze cutting through the haze of medication. Call me Lucas, he said, his voice rough and hesitant, like a man grappling with the unfamiliar weight of vulnerability. Looks like I’ll need your help with… everything.

Emma noticed the flicker of shame in his eyes, a fleeting yet raw reflection of a man who had always been in control now forced to depend on others. She softened her tone, her professionalism tinged with quiet empathy. That’s what I’m here for, she replied, her voice steady, and you’ll be back on your feet before you know it.

Their exchange was interrupted by a knock. Ben, the orderly, swaggered in with a smug grin. Heard you volunteered for the special assignment with the millionaire, climbing the corporate ladder with some extra care, huh? he sneered.

Lucas’ jaw tightened, but Emma kept her expression neutral. I’m here to do my job, she said, continuing to check Lucas’ vitals. Ben left, but Lucas’ discontent lingered.

I can request another nurse, he said quietly. Emma met his gaze firmly. Lucas, I’ve been a nurse for over ten years.

I’ve cared for people at their most vulnerable. There’s nothing common about providing care with dignity. Now, shall we discuss your treatment plan? Something shifted in Lucas’ expression…