The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 115

Actually, Leilani could deduce the symptoms from his pulse, but the clincher was her observation. Since sitting down, Hale had been unconsciously rubbing his knees together—a typical reaction for patients with that specific irritation.

Hale's pupils shrank, and he yanked his hand back. "How did you know?"

Leilani didn't answer the question directly. Instead, she continued, "While not fatal, the condition flares up repeatedly. Conventional treatments only provide temporary relief, not a cure. And..."

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Because of the location of the lesions, many people mistake it for an STD. Which has led to you remaining... a virgin to this day."

Yes, Leilani said it on purpose to embarrass him. That's what he got for badmouthing her profession at the door. She had to teach him a lesson, or he'd really think they were running a scam.

"Pfft!" Hale spat out a mouthful of water, his entire face turning beet red. "You... you can figure that out too?"

Leilani nimbly dodged the spray of water, looking at his flustered state with a half-smile. "I can read all of that from your pulse. I can tell even more private things if you want me to list them."

"No! No need!" Hale looked ready to die of shame, but beneath the embarrassment was shock and newfound respect. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Truly incredible. I apologize for my earlier words. I shouldn't have called it a scam. I believe now! Please, you have to cure me!"

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