Page 161 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Huh?"
She waves her hand around. "Gave you back this shitty apartment, reinstated all your outstanding bills, transferred the £4.5M to your bank account."
Y-e-p.
You read that figure right. When I saw it, I almost fell over. Like, how many zeroes were there in that figure, huh? Well, ask me, I know. I counted and re-counted it quite a few times in my online bank balance.
"He hasn't backtracked on the money and he hasn't sneakily tried to pay off our debts." Karma steeples her fingers together. "He hasn’t shown you favoritism… Hasn't bullied you into doing anything you don't want."
"Yeah, yeah." I huff. "What are you? The alphahole's personal PR flunkie?"
"No, that's your official role." She chortles.
I throw my hands up. "I walked into that one."
"No, seriously Summer. He's trying. He made sure I have access to Dr. Weston…if I choose to pursue the treatment with him."
"Which you are."
"It’s something we need to discuss."
"What do you mean? He’s the best heart specialist there is in the city."
"Nothing’s wrong with me."
"There." I stab a finger at her, "That’s the problem. You’re afraid of getting the right diagnosis, because then you’d have to do something about it. You'd have to stop pretending there’s nothing wrong with you."
She jumps up to her feet, "So not true, and you should speak."
"What do you mean?"
"You’re the one denying you have feelings for Mr. Gazillionaire."
"Not." I grind my teeth.
"You do. And now when he’s doing everything as you wanted, you are livid."
She’s right, though no way am I going to admit that.
"You were hoping for a chance to find fault with him, which you can’t. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that you’re missing him."
"You’re deluded."
"Oh?"
"I can’t be bought with good intentions."
"You should be telling him that."
I stiffen.
"Unless you are too chicken about keeping that appointment and telling him that to his face?"
Umm.I begin to pace. "I don’t trust him."
"You mean you don’t trust yourself?"
I swing around. "What?"
