The nurse reached out to take his hand. Just as their fingertips were about to make contact, Mitchel quickly pulled his hand back.

The nurse's hand hovered in the air, and she froze in place, puzzled.

In a gentle voice, she asked, "Sir, you..."

"Where are your gloves?" Mitchel asked, his brow furrowed.

The nurse then remembered Mitchel valued cleanliness and preferred not to be touched directly. That explained why the head nurse had stressed the importance of wearing sterile gloves while setting up his IV.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." the nurse quickly apologized and then grabbed the gloves from the cart. "I'm putting them on right now."

While Mitchel doubted the nurse's professionalism, it was only an IV setup, not long-term care, so he decided not to fuss about it.

Once the nurse slipped on the gloves, she softly took his hand and began wiping the injection spot with alcohol. Even though the gloves dulled the touch, simply holding his hand made the nurse's heart race.

Word had spread throughout the hospital about the handsome Mitchel staying on the VIP floor. But Mitchel preferred solitude and was averse to being touched by women. He was usually tended to by a particular male doctor for checkups and treatments, and a male nurse would usually handle tasks as simple as an IV setup.

This week, the regular male nurse was on leave, and the head nurse, cautious of any female nurses potentially acting on a crush, decided to rotate the VIP floor nursing staff daily.

But rumor had it that the colleague who looked after Mitchel on the first day behaved inappropriately when she saw how handsome Mitchel was. She even left him a little note before she left. Mitchel handed the note to the head nurse, who scolded that nurse in question sharply and reassigned her to a general ward.

The colleagues who followed over the next three days instantly became more compliant, not daring to flirt and promptly leaving after completing the IV infusion.

At this moment, the nurse, smitten by Mitchel's good looks, found herself daydreaming, forgetting the consequences her colleague had faced. She figured, at the very least, that if things didn't work out, she'd just end up in a regular ward caring for some older people.

Deeming herself smart and a master at seizing opportunities, she assumed it wouldn't take long before she moved back up again. Thus, even if she failed, she felt the repercussions would be minimal.

Moreover, she thought none of the nurses on this floor were as pretty as her. The previous nurses failed, surely because they weren't attractive enough.

Furthermore, she assumed men of Mitchel's caliber, despite their manners, were prone to fantasize when they saw a pretty nurse with an attractive figure. In a hospital environment, a bit of flirtation often proved irresistible to them. She recalled a colleague who had charmed a man in his fifties at the hospital.

She had even stumbled upon them being intimate in a ward during one of her night shifts. Finally, when the old man was discharged, he convinced her colleague to quit and kept her supported outside. The colleague eventually replaced the man's legal wife and became his new one, now often showcasing her lavish lifestyle on social media.

The nurse was filled with jealousy. Why could someone less attractive than her enjoy such a luxurious life as a wealthy man's wife? Yet, she viewed herself as having higher ambitions than her colleague. She had little interest in the older men and their bothersome needs. She aimed for young, good-looking guys like Mitchel.

The nurse assumed being able to sleep with an outstanding man like Mitchel might grant her the chance to climb up the social ladder. If lucky, it was not impossible to get married to him. In any case, she wouldn't suffer any Losses.

At the thought of this, the nurse no longer had any scruples. The male nurse originally responsible for Mitchel's care only asked for a week's leave, which meant she only had this very one chance. She cherished this golden opportunity and vowed to make the best use of it.