Page 22 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

Seeing Camile on the hospital's rooftop was one of the most random things ever happening to me. She was trying to take a break from everyone, just like me.

Something about last night made me vulnerable to her. Whatever it was, I feel like she is the closest thing I have to a companion. Gosh! I run my fingers through my hair.She is your employee, for goodness' sake!I tell myself. But I can't get her out of my mind after last night.

I am getting off my shift and can't seem to stop thinking about her eyes. I am glad I had told her that her eyes were the most beautiful I have ever seen. But I lied to her.

Her eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my whole life.

Maybe she isn't trying to infiltrate my family; maybe she also exerts this same charm on Mother. But I shake it off my mind. What I feel for Camile now is only mere admiration that will fade away with time. I only hope they will fade away faster.

Henry comes into my office. He doesn't knock because he never knocks whenever he enters my office or any room. Henry sits on the swirling chair across from me. "You can't avoid going out with Emilie forever." Henry has a smile on his face.

He thinks it is funny that I am marrying the sister of the girl he refused to marry.

"I am taking your advice, trying to weigh my chances with other women our mother would approve of," I say, my hands on my jaw. "You know, I want to find someone like Amelia who has her manners intact even though her parents are wealthy. I want a good woman even if we don't love ourselves."

Henry nods as I speak. He agrees that Amelia is a good woman and hasn’t an ounce of affection for her. He thinks he is lucky to have a girl who doesn't care if she is shown any attention.

Amelia understands the marriage between her and Henry and is willing to keep up with the theatrics for the rest of her life.

I pace behind my chair. Henry looked up at me and pretended to think on my behalf. "Camile is the closest person to Amelia's cool attitude," Henry tells me.

I look at him with a side-eye. Is he insane? Has he forgotten Mother is all about class and nothing else? “Mother would rather die than watch me marry my employee.” I tell Henry the obvious.

Henry shrugs, "You are stuck with Emilie and the likes."

I shake my head. "I have a date to go to today," I tell Henry, who is smiling at me.

"Good luck coping with the ladies there," he says. "Tell me all about it when you get back."

I nod at him, removing my medical coat and adjusting my collar. I check the time. It is a few minutes past five in the evening, and time to go on a date with one of the ladies on Mother's matching-making list.

Henry walks out of the door before I can. I know he is going to see Amelia before she gets off work.

He does this - the pretense, the theatrics - because Henry doesn't want Mother to change her mind concerning Amelia, and he wants the media and the hospital's gossip to believe he is really in love with Amelia.

I take out the list of prospective partners from my pocket. On top of it is Emilie's name, which I draw a horizontal line across.

I look at the next name: Dorothy Logan, the only daughter of Logan & Co Firm in Wallace. I am sure she is no better than Emilie, but I am ready to give her the benefit of the doubt.

I take the elevator to the ground floor and see Camile getting off work too. She looks tired like everyone does when they spend an eight-hour shift, operating at the surgery table.

Camile smiles at me as she opens the hospital's exit door. I hasten my steps to match her pace. She stands by the street, and I guess she is waiting for her taxi.

"I am wondering if we can grab some pizza in my office on one of your days off.

Camile looks surprised to hear me tell her to spend time with me in my office. I put my hands in my pocket, trying to hide my sweaty palms. She shakes her head. "I am not sure I want to —" She starts to speak, but I cut her off.

"It is not a date." I quickly add, "Not to brag, but I won't ask a lady on a pizza date as our first date. It berates my personality."

I sound condescending right now, but I don't want her to feel uncomfortable, thinking that eating pizza together will be as thought of as a date.

"Where would you take me if we were going on an actual date?" Camile asks, her arms folding just underneath her breast.

Now, I understand why I find her fascinating. She has an irresistible charm. Her smile, her eyes… I sigh slowly; I am getting carried away again.

"That is for me to decide." I wink at her. She smiles at my wink, and waves down the taxi coming toward us.

"Okay," she says, "next week. Wednesday is my next day off. I will see you then." She hops into the Taxi.

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