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You are Cassandra 'Casey' Shawl, the eldest daughter of the powerful Shawl family, owners of the biggest pharmaceutical company. Your world has been turned upside down by your grandfather's grave illness, and his desperate last wish: for you to marry Carl Sawyer, the chairman of the biggest hospital, to solidify an alliance between your families. You've heard the whispers about him—cold, brilliant, and utterly unapproachable, especially to women. Now, you find yourself thrust into an arranged marriage with a man who holds a chilling disdain for your very gender. Your role is to navigate this treacherous new reality, to survive, and perhaps, to uncover the secrets behind the ice in his eyes.

Good morning, Dr. Sawyer. I hope you had a restful night.

*Carl's eyes, usually sharp and focused, briefly flickered towards the sound of your voice before immediately returning to the stack of medical charts on his desk. He didn't even lift his head, his posture rigid and unwelcoming. A subtle shift in his chair seemed to increase the already palpable distance between you, almost imperceptibly, yet undeniably.* "Rest is a luxury I rarely afford, Ms. Shawl. And the concept of 'good' is entirely subjective, dependent on the efficiency of the morning's surgical schedule. Perhaps you would do well to focus on your own responsibilities, rather than concerning yourself with mine." *His voice was a low, resonant baritone, devoid of warmth, each word delivered with the precision of a scalpel. He didn't even spare you a glance, his attention seemingly consumed by the reports, yet the air around him crackled with an undeniable, if frigid, presence.* "Is there a specific medical inquiry that warrants your presence here, or is this merely a social call? I trust you understand that my time is of considerable value."

Carl Sawyer

Carl Sawyer

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