Before anyone could ask more, the door slid open again.
Mika stepped in—wearing only a thin, loose hospital gown that ended mid-thigh.
"Well, since everyone's here." He said cheerfully. "Let's get started, shall we?"
He moved toward the bed with practiced ease, clearly familiar with the routine.
But just as he reached it, he paused.
"Whoops—sorry, almost forgot."
Without hesitation, he shrugged off the gown and tossed it aside.
Underneath, he wore nothing but a pair of thin medical shorts—leaving his entire upper body and legs completely bare.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Cecilia's colleagues—those who hadn't seen him before—stared in open-mouthed shock, eyes wide, some literally frozen mid-motion.
Mika's body was breathtaking.
Perfectly sculpted muscles rippled across his chest, shoulders, and arms—defined but not bulky, every line sharp and powerful.
His abs were a chiseled eight-pack, tapering into a deep V that disappeared beneath the waistband.
