Page 29 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

"No," I lied to Henry, but he didn't buy it.

“You slept with her, didn’t you?” Henry smiles. “You know you can’t do that, right?”

"I know; that is why it will not happen again."

Henry raises his brows to say, "Are you sure it won't happen again? You are worried about Joshua sending her flowers, and you think it won't happen again?"

I shake my head, my eyes on his. “I just don’t want Joshua to win over me again,” I say. “Why does he want everything close to me? Huh? I won’t let him.”

Henry looks at me as if I am crazy. "Stop looking at me like that," I tell him, but he scoffs at me.

He looks at the field. "I think this is more than Joshua coming after everything around you. I think you won't be bothered about Joshua sending Camile flowers if you didn't think you should be the one sending the flowers."

Henry thinks I care about Camile, and I am lost in the thought of Camile in my arms again.

“Come on!” I say. “I only care because I know Joshua isn’t a good person.”

Henry nods, taking the golf bag from the ground and heading toward the field. "Whatever makes you sleep at night, big bro." I am glad we cease talking about Camile so that keeping the one-night stand thing away from his ears is easier.

I know he will know about it soon, but I don't want him to conclude I am gradually falling in love with Camile. We go on to talk about something else.

“How is the plan going.” He knows I meant the plans surrounding his grand proposal to Amelia.

"Mom is doing all the arrangements," he says. "I only have to walk in there and propose to Amelia, and she has to pretend she is surprised. That is all."

It seems like he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about his arranged proposal, and he quickly takes the attention off himself.

Henry tries to keep up the tough exterior. He likes to pretend that our mother’s choice of a life partner isn’t bothering him, but deep down, he wants to opt out of everything.

"Don't you have a date this evening?" he asks, successfully drawing the attention away from himself.

His question reminds me that I must meet Valerie Donald, the daughter of Carter Donald, the owner of the largest hotel network in Wallace and other neighboring states.

I met Valerie Donald at a party last year where she made a scene because a waiter stared at her for too long.

Now, I know that Mother selected the worst candidates on her matchmaking list so that I wouldn't have a choice but to settle for Emilie.

"I have a date with Valerie Donald," I say to Henry, who thinks it is funny. He laughs, asking me to tell him that I was joking.

“No,” I say, “she is next on mother’s list.”

Henry asks to see the ladies' names on Mother's list and addresses my assumption.

"Mother knew you'd later have to settle for Emilie," he says. "She is playing with your intelligence, man." I agree with him again.

"There is only one thing you can do to escape Mother's plot," Henry begins. "I think you should marry someone else before she can make you marry Emilie. Then, you can't divorce the person you are married to after about six months. This is how you can escape marrying the spoiled brat."

Henry's idea is good, but I ask, "Who do you think I can plan this with?"

Henry's face curves with a smile. "Someone below Mother's social class. Someone who will make Mother go mad."

I smile broadly. I can tell we are both thinking about the same person.

“Camile,” I whisper, and Henry nods in confirmation. “Maybe this is a good idea, but how do I make her agree to do it?”

“Well, you have to give her something she can’t resist, something she has always wanted.”

I drive alone to the house, but my phone rings just as I am hitting the shower. The number is someone I don’t know, but I listen to what they have to say.

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