The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

“Silly Greg, your sister-in-law is asking you a question, do I look pretty?”

The Widow Liu’s tone carried the softness of spring, which, had she been ten years younger, might have melted a person down to the bones.

“Pretty… very pretty.”

Greg, in the prime of his youth and having just started to experience life’s pleasures, couldn’t cope with this and his face immediately turned red.

Thinking Greg was just shy, the Widow Liu leaned gently against him and whispered soothingly, “Don’t worry, your sister-in-law will take good care of you.”

Feeling the soft body in his arms, Greg’s heart felt like it was on fire.

Yet the Widow Liu’s words made him feel awkward, as if he was being taken advantage of without his consent.

He quickly pushed the Widow Liu away, stuttering, “Sister-in-law, the yard hasn’t been cleaned up yet, I should go back.”

After saying that, he forgot to give his characteristic silly smile and ran away as if he was escaping.

“My figure hasn’t gone out of shape, and I haven’t even had kids. Why can’t 1 hold on to a simpleton?”

The Widow Liu looked down at her body and felt a bit annoyed. Then, as if something occurred to her, she looked towards Greg’s retreating back and murmured,

“Strange, how come this simpleton seems different now?”

Greg ran all the way back to his yard, breathed a sigh of relief, and after tidying up the yard, went to his room.

He had just entered his room when he froze. He noticed there was someone else breathing inside.

Greg walked closer and saw that Lindsey Wolfe was actually lying on his bed, wearing only a nightgown.

The already loose nightgown had been rolled up to her waist, revealing her white and shapely thighs.

What the hell?

Didn’t he just take her back to her place?

Why did she come to his room?

Greg was utterly bewildered and subconsciously looked outside. He hurriedly locked the door.

He approached the bed and looking at the sleeping Lindsey Wolfe, he said softly, “Wake up, go back to your room to sleep.”

Lindsey Wolfe opened her eyes groggily. Seeing Greg, she smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and cooed,

“Silly Greg, we have earned some money now. Why don’t we have a baby?”

Have a baby my foot!

Seeing her like this, Greg instantly felt a headache coming on.

How determined was she? Even drunk, she was thinking about having his child?

Greg had already been riled up by the Widow Liu, and at this moment, it was exceptionally hard for him to hold back—not that Lindsey Wolfe wasn’t attractive, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Although they were not related by blood, he still felt uncomfortable.

Seeing Lindsey Wolfe wrap around him like an octopus, Greg had no choice but to use his family’s special technique, gently pressing a point on her sleep acupressure spot.

With a few gentle kneads, Lindsey Wolfe immediately slumped onto the bed and began to snore loudly.

Seeing this, Greg breathed a sigh of relief. After straightening her clothes, he carried her back to her room.

In the room, Esther Jensen had just washed her feet and was lying on the heated brick bed, reading a storybook by the dim light that her mother had just bought for her.

Seeing Greg bring her mother back, Esther got off the bed and helpfully came over.

“Hehe, she drank too much.”

“You big fool!”

Greg smiled awkwardly and turned to leave.

Esther climbed back on the bed, looked at her sleeping mother, and sighed, “Mom, that won’t do; you can’t even snag a simpleton like Greg.”

Greg, who had just walked a short distance away, heard her words and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This little cousin of his seemed a bit devilish!

Shaking his head, Greg went back to his room, but he tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, with images of the Widow Liu and Aunt Freya’s graceful figures floating in his mind.

The next morning, Greg Jensen was groggily roused by someone knocking at the door.

“Greg? You up?”

Greg had not slept well the night before and didn’t respond to Lindsey Wolfe; instead, he buried his head into his blankets and fell asleep once more.

After a while, the noise outside finally stopped.

Thinking Lindsey had given up, Greg was about to toss the covers aside to continue sleeping when the door creaked open.

Soft footsteps followed.

What was she doing barging in so early?

Could it be…

Greg instantly became nervous.

Before he could devise a plan, the footsteps halted beside the bed, and then a delicate hand crept under the covers.

At the same moment, a warm breath brushed by Greg’s ear.

“Greg, time to get up.”

While speaking, Lindsey purposefully blew in his ear.

Greg shuddered, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.

The electrifying comfort made him involuntarily shiver.

He pretended to wake up in a daze, only to see Lindsey smiling at him, then reaching her hand directly towards him.

“Oh, you’re up already.”

Greg had to sit up, stammering, “You… what are you…”

“Just hanging around.”

Lindsey watched Greg with interest, feeling that he seemed somehow different now, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.

“Greg, is it okay if 1 have a baby for you?”

“I…”

“Shh…”

Lindsey covered his mouth, slid straight under the covers, and a burst of fresh scent rushed into his embrace, her tender body clinging onto him like an octopus.

Greg swallowed hard, his mind going blank.

Just as Lindsey was about to take it a step further, the old man’s cough suddenly came from outside the door.

Lindsey was so scared that she quickly dove under the covers, her head resting precisely on Greg’s leg.

The warm breath felt ticklish, but Greg dared not move an inch.

Lindsey’s face flushed red – she was bold, but that was only because Greg was simple-minded.

If someone else found out, Lindsay would be too ashamed to face anyone.

The room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop, with only their breathing audible.

Greg felt as if he were sitting on the mouth of a volcano, fierce magma bearing down on him with waves of heat, threatening to engulf and swallow him whole.

Fortunately, Grandpa strolled around the yard before returning to his room.

The two of them quietly relaxed, only then did they realize their clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and they gasped for breath, feeling drained.

Lindsey hurried out from the blankets, her mature face flushed red, her eyes brimming with moisture as she looked straight at Greg.

Greg managed to squeeze out a simple, honest grin, but his heartbeat accelerated.

Feeling his strong masculine scent, Lindsey felt like an overflowing spring, utterly soft and yielding.

However, recalling that Grandpa might come out again soon, she quickly got out of bed, straightened her clothes, and headed for the door.

After taking a few steps, she felt a pang of reluctance, turned back to Greg, kissed his face with a smack, and then ran out blushing..