THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

I Want You To Marry Me!

Luke covered his face which was in great pain, he ran to the bathroom and washed his face with running water. While on the bed, Beatrice started looking for ways to deal with people who were hit by pepper spray on the internet search engine.

'Geez!'

The inflammatory effect causes swollen eyes, temporary loss of vision, a burning feeling in the lungs, and shortness of breath.

First aid: Wash with water, saltwater or compress with milk.

Beatrice hurriedly ran to get three boxes of milk in her suitcase, then poured it into a container in the bathroom. At that time Luke was wincing in pain without being able to open his eyes.

"Um, let me put this towel on your face, I have soaked this towel in milk, Google said it could help reduce the effects of inflammation," said her, panicked.

Luke who wanted to yell at her chose to save his anger for later. And let her compress his face with a towel that has been soaked in milk.

"Sorry, I totally forgot that you were in this room, so I reflexively sprayed that pepper spray on your face," said Beatrice, she really felt guilty seeing Luke winced in pain like that.

Luke just snorted, but he didn't say anything.

After she finished the milk compress, he still couldn't open his eyes.

"It's done, um, your shirt..." she said as she looked at Luke's shirt which was soaking wet because he was in a hurry to wash his face earlier.

Irritated and unconcerned, Luke took off his wet shirt and threw it on the bathroom floor. Then he walked along the wall toward the bed.

Beatrice was embarrassed to see Luke half-naked, but seeing him having trouble walking, she couldn't help but walk quickly after him and led him up to the bed.

"You really are a crazy woman! Surely no one has ever slept with you!" he said with his eyes closed tightly.

Beatrice just pursed her lips in annoyance. But what he said was true, she had never slept with anyone because she was too busy in her own world.

"You have to take responsibility for what you've done to me! Now fan my face!" said him while fanning his face with both of his hands.

Beatrice snorted irritably, but still, she dragged her feet down to get the portable fan in her suitcase and sat next to him.

While pointing a portable fan to Luke's face, she looked at his upper body, which looked very stout and muscular like what she usually saw at men's fashion magazines. Suddenly dirty thoughts flashed through her head, the erotic images of her and Luke that made her shake her head in embarrassment.

She cleared her throat to distract herself.

"Um, as an apology, I'll make a delicious breakfast for you! What do you think?" asked her cheerfully.

But Luke didn't answer, he was just silently enjoying the burning sensation on his face.

Since he didn't say anything she assumed he agreed with her offer so she put down the portable fan and rushed to get out of bed, but suddenly she felt someone grab her wrist that made her stop and turn at him in shock. Her heart skipped a beat because she had never been touched by a man before. It might sound exaggerated but it was a fact.

"Where are you going? My face still hurts!" scolded Luke, his eyes were still closed tightly.

Beatrice let out a long sigh, she took back her portable fan and pointed it on Luke's face once again.

For nearly 40 minutes she sat with her hands raised to fan Luke's face, she felt her hands were very stiff and sore.

"You feel better already?" she asked, stretching out her arms.

No response.

"Luke! Luke!" Beatrice was worried that Luke would be affected by the heavier pepper spray effect and became unconscious. But the soft snoring sound from his lips made her breathe a sigh of relief. He was just fallen asleep.

She took a glance at the digital clock on the nightstand and found it was almost noon. She was supposed to be traveling that day to visit Damrak Amsterdam Centrale, De Wallen, and the Rijksmuseum. But because of the 'pepper spray' incident, she had to postpone her agenda.

She came down to the kitchen in the clothes she wore to sleep last night. Then she cooked Spaghetti Carbonara, the only pasta she could make.

She separated the two plates of pasta for her and Luke, after which she ate as voraciously as if she hadn't eaten in days.

"I really am cursed! Why do I have to meet such an annoying person like him!" she whispered to herself. "Well since he's going to pay fifty times my rent I should be nice and patient with him right?"

When she entered the room twenty minutes later, Luke's eyes were still closed. she put the dinner plate on the table by the window. Then she took a towel and a change of clothes, getting ready to take a shower.

She spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom and when she came back to the room, the dinner plate she had brought earlier was clean. In a chair near the window, Luke was seen sitting smoking with the window wide open.

She approached him timidly, she was still wearing a towel over her head.

"How was it? You felt better already?" she asked quietly while standing not far from Luke who kept his gaze to the window.

Luke turned his head, then looked at her with his puffy eyes. She bit her lip, feeling guilty, while he looked back at the window, ignoring her.

Beatrice sighed then slowly walked over and sat on the chair next to him. She played with the brush she was holding while stealing glances at Luke who looked still annoyed.

"Listen, I'm not joking, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, I've never hurt anyone in my life, that incident was totally unintentional, I'm so so so sorry..." she said while busy fiddling with her fingers. After all, making other people hurt was not her habit, at least that's how her mother always taught her.

At first, she thought Luke would not respond to her apology, but he turned his gaze towards her and said,

"Apology accepted but on one condition!"

Beatrice straightened up immediately, "What is that?" she asked, but she soon regretted her reaction, why did she care so much whether Luke would forgive her or not, they didn't even know each other. But still, she sat there and waited for Luke to speak like an idiot.

"I want you to marry me," Luke said firmly, no doubt in his eyes.

She looked at him in shock, her jaw dropped open, "What? Are you insane?!"

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