Chapter 2 You Can Have a Boyfriend
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Fiancée?
The reporters exchanged glances, and the flashbulbs started popping again.
"Sullivan Fisher! Weren't you engaged to Clara Green, the daughter of Lewis Real Estate's CEO, a long time ago? Since when did Bethany become your fiancée? She's my girlfriend! Get your dirty hands off her!" Owen panicked a little, feeling that the situation was starting to spiral out of his control.
Bethany looked at the man standing in front of her, his tall frame radiating an inexplicable sense of security.
Sullivan Fisher, so that was his name.
Sullivan swept a glance at Owen and said calmly, "Bethany is your girlfriend? Ask her yourself and see if she admits it."
Bethany looked at Owen. His handsome face was messed up with blood from his nosebleed, looking both comical and disgusting.
Was this the man she had loved for four years?
She didn't know what his purpose was in throwing her out as bait to deal with this man named Sullivan.
But she could be sure of one thing: Owen had never loved her!
Her heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Were all those past memories fake?
His fervent vows still echoed in her ears, but in the blink of an eye, he had shattered all the sweetness into pieces!
Tears welled up in her eyes again.
Bethany cleared her throat, desperately trying to control her voice.
"Sullivan, who is this man? I don't know him! Get them out of here! What a lovely evening, ruined by them. How utterly annoying!" Her icy hand trembled as she took Sullivan's arm, afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on and would collapse on the ground.
The reporters looked at each other, all a little confused.
Owen had tipped them off earlier, saying that the CEO of Hutson was fooling around with a schoolgirl at the hotel.
He even gave them 20,000 dollars each to catch him in the act.
A scandal involving the CEO of Hutson would definitely make headlines!
Besides, with a hefty 20,000 dollar reward, only a fool wouldn't come!
Although the CEO of Hutson wasn't someone to be trifled with, 20,000 dollars was enough to make a bunch of small-time reporters take the risk.
Who would have thought it would turn out like this?
"Did you hear that? Get out of here, all of you." Sullivan's face was expressionless, and although his tone was calm, it exuded an undeniable air of menace.
Bethany couldn't help but glance at him. This man was incredibly shrewd. He could actually remain so calm in front of so many cameras.
The reporters hurriedly left, dragging along a reluctant Owen.
Silence filled the room. Sullivan didn't look at her, but walked straight to the ottoman by the bed, picked up his shirt, and began to put it on.
Bethany snuck a glance at his bare, muscular chest and abdomen, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She found her down jacket in the corner, hurriedly put it on, and returned the overcoat to the man.
"Mr. Fisher... Thank you for the coat."
Sullivan took the coat with one hand and buttoned his shirt with the other.
His fingers looked slender and strong against the black cashmere.
His skin was tanned, smooth, and healthy.
His nails were trimmed short and spotlessly clean.
Sullivan took the coat, picked up his trousers from the ottoman, and made no move to shield himself from Bethany.
The atmosphere was too awkward. What was this?
Bethany's face flushed red. "Um, I'll be going now. Goodbye!"
"How about we make a deal?" Sullivan stopped what he was doing and looked at Bethany.
His brow bone was low, and his eyebrows were thick. His eyes, hidden in the shadow of his brows, seemed particularly dark and mysterious.
"You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?" Bethany immediately caught on and asked, "Didn't we already do that just now?"
"No, a real fiancée. We'll announce our engagement in a press release tomorrow and get married in a month." Sullivan spoke casually, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Bethany took a breath and stared into Sullivan's eyes. "Are you so sure I'll agree?"
"Don't you hate that man? I'm giving you a chance to get back at him." Sullivan's voice was magnetic and pleasant, but Bethany felt a chill down her spine.
No wonder he dared to say, "Bethany is your girlfriend? Ask her yourself and see if she admits it." He had already seen through her thoughts.
He was meticulous, observant, and adept at exploiting the weaknesses of others.
Bethany silently categorized Sullivan as a "scheming man" in her mind.
"Just a legal marriage. I won't touch you. Except for the first three months after the wedding when you have to live in my apartment, you'll have complete freedom in everything else. You can even have a boyfriend." Sullivan's tone was very certain. "You should know that if we don't do this, we'll both be ruined."
He was right! Who would believe that she was framed by her boyfriend?
A woman with no clothes on and a man in only a towel, alone in a room late at night, who would believe they were innocent?
Bethany felt a splitting headache coming on.
Seeing Bethany's distressed expression, Sullivan's lips curled up slightly. "I'll give you one night to think it over." With that, he handed Bethany a business card. "Call me when you've made up your mind."
Bethany would call him. Of that, he had no doubt.
Bethany walked out of the room in a daze. The business card was too hot to hold, so she shoved it into the deepest corner of her pocket.
Just as she was about to take the elevator downstairs, Bethany suddenly saw a familiar figure from the window.
It was Owen!
He was actually waiting for her at the hotel entrance!
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