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I don’t know what to call it, but it felt like butterflies in my stomach, as people often say. To some extent, it did worry me. Why did I feel that way? It was just a meeting with Will, nothing more.

“Good! I would ask one of my drivers to pick you up.”

“Oh, no need to bother. You just send me your address, and I’ll be there.”

“And how do you think it would look if I can’t send my driver to pick up my fiancée?”

Knowing Will, there was no way I was going to win this battle.

“All right then. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then,” Will said as I opened up the door to alight from it.

“Good night,” Will added, waving slightly to me as I walked down to the entrance.

As I got into my room, I could feel my heart racing again. The only question I had in my head was “What just happened?”

There was a moment back then in his car, and even he was aware of it. But what concerned me even more was the pace I felt in my heart. Why was my heart racing as though I had just run a 100-meter race?

Elizabeth? You had better be in order!

I reminded myself that this was all business. The last thing we both wanted was emotions involved. Yet, despite my efforts to rationalize, it still weighed heavily on my heart.

Pushing the thought aside, I hurriedly freshened up before settling into my bed.

Reflecting on the evening, this was by far the best outing Will had ever taken me on. How I wish more could come! More of tonight! Because for the first time in a very long time, I was genuinely happy.

I did not think about my business or how much of a failure I was. I was happy.

Turning to the other side of my bed, I thought of Will and how he seemed different this night than other nights. Where do I even start? Was it the moment he apologized? Or the moment he said thank you so genuinely? Or was it the endless stares from him? Especially when we were still at Charles’s place.

Although I convinced myself it was all a part of the charade, to be honest, a part of me knew it wasn’t.

Letting out a breath, I picked up my phone with the intention of calling Lydia, but then, as I thought through it once more, I knew there was no point. There was no need to bother her about this thing with Will.

It was all a charade, anyway.

Chapter fourteen

Will

I sat in the owners’ section of the car as my driver drove me home. Throughout the day, all I could think of was Elizabeth and the words that Charles had spoken to me the other night.

“Elizabeth—she is a rare gem. You should hold on to her tightly.”

But how could I lose something I never had?

Was that even possible? I sighed, rubbing my forehead. The thought of keeping Elizabeth for real was scary and, at the same time, pleasing. It was like a part of me was willing to open up and actually let her into my life.

But then there was the part of me that had been hurt in the past; it constantly reminded me of the last time I got burned, all in the name of “love.”

Letting out another breath, I checked the time, and it was roughly a few minutes past five. At least I still had a few minutes to freshen up before her arrival.

The moment we reached my humble home, as Charles would say, I went straight to freshening up right after giving instructions on how sparkling clean I wanted the house to be.

Elizabeth was coming over; everywhere needed to be spotless.

I thought of the various food options to have the chefs prepare, but it wasn’t until I was unable to come up with anything that I realized I barely knew the lady I called my fiancée.

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