Page 20 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“You have to hold your parents to ransom,” I continue as she listens carefully. “I think your parents need this marriage more than you do. They need it to continue the legacy they have built.”

I swallow and say, "You don't need it like they do. You have to pretend like you care about their legacy. Tell them you will only agree to marry Henry if you continue to work at the hospital."

Amelia is silent for a few minutes; she eventually looks into my eyes. "You have to take control of your life now," I tell her, and she smiles at me.

"You are a genius," she says. "I love you." She finally takes a spoonful of her salad and starts to eat.

I am glad that I can make her feel better, but I am also concerned about how rebellious my advice sounds.

I feel like I am a bad influence, but I just can't bear the thought of losing my only friend at the hospital.

Amelia's mood lightens up after our conversation, but she continues to tell me more about the engagement preparations.

Henry will not give her a surprise proposal like she dreamed of when she was a kid.

The proposal will be a set date where she has to act surprised just for the media to believe they are in love.

“Do you think you will someday love Henry?”

Amelia shakes her head. “I don’t know, Camile. It scares the hell out of me.”

She starts to talk about her taking a cooking class every weekend. I know it is an intentional way of changing the topic.

Eventually, she asks if Troy is still giving me a difficult time at the hospital.

Troy!My heart skips a bit. Why did she ask about Troy all of a sudden? I shake my head, hoping she doesn’t see through me. “He has been good.”

“Does he still want to keep you in his group?” She muses, “Seems he wants to keep you to himself.”

I don't like the sound of that. Is Troy keeping me to himself? Then, I remember the scene at the masked party because I was talking to someone else.

Then he had also reshuffled the hospital's group list just to put me in his group. Then, he kissed me the night of my day off.

I don't know if telling Amelia about the kiss is a good idea, but I keep it to myself.

I am unsure if the kiss means anything to him or if he meant it when he said my eyes were beautiful.

"I hope he is not charming you," she warns. "Falling in love with him is a bad idea; it won't work out well. These people are meant to marry certain people, and I hope you understand,"

Of course, I understand, and I am not planning to fall in love with my boss. "I understand, Amelia, and more than you think."

“Good,” Amelia says as she kisses me goodbye. She has to talk to her parents like I told her to.

I wish her good luck and hope talking to her parents is fruitful.

I haven't seen Troy since our talk at his office. I hope it stays that way, but it is quite impossible. He is my hospital boss, and unfortunately, we are in the same workgroup.

I do my rounds when the break is over; still, there is no sign of Troy. I tell myself that I am not worried about Troy.

I am just concerned because he has never missed coming to work, not for a day; he never had a day off.

Knowing Troy never misses a day from work makes me wonder if he has never had bad days and or is tired of getting to work every morning.

When I find that he is not at the hospital today, I think that today is one of the bad days.

It is a little after five in the evening, and my shift is over. I could still use a few more hours before returning home to Mother.

I decide to go to that same one place where I can be alone - the hospital rooftop.

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