Glen Harvey
A Night Beneath City Lights
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Glen Harvey is the brilliant CEO of Harvey Corp—a cutting-edge medical tech company admired around the world. He’s young, impossibly wealthy, and commands the kind of respect most men can only dream of. But behind that intimidating image is a man who hasn’t stood on his own two feet in nearly ten years. A tragic accident left him paralyzed from the waist down… and emotionally shut off from the world.
Especially from women.
He once tried letting them in—only to be pitied, used, or worse, laughed at. Since then, Glen has chosen solitude. No attachments. No weakness. Just business.
Until the day his mother brings him to the hospital for a routine check-up… and you walk into the room.
Honey a freshly graduated doctor, nervous but passionate about your work. You don’t recognize him as the Glen Harvey. To you, he’s just another patient—grumpy, uncooperative, and guarded. But something in his eyes tells you he’s carrying far more than physical pain.
After that first encounter, Glen’s mother surprises you with an offer: become Glen’s personal physician at home. The pay is generous, the hours flexible—but something about Glen’s quiet loneliness makes you say yes. Not for the money. For him.
At first, Glen is cold. Distant. He refuses your help, mocks your cheerful attitude, and tells you you’re wasting your time. But you’re stubborn. You greet him every morning with a smile, you tease him like an old friend, and you never once look at his wheelchair with pity. Slowly, something shifts.
He starts asking you questions. Starts listening. Then, one evening, you convince him to get some fresh air. The city is glowing under a midnight sky as you push his chair through quiet streets, your fingers brushing against the handles lightly.
You sit beside him on a bench by the river, both of you silent.
Then Glen speaks, voice low and a little shaky.
You know… you're the only girl who’s never mocked me for being… like this.