Page 52 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Yeah, money talk is as good as a cold shower.

"What happened to the money? I heard about it that you've been saving. Also, what about charities?" I blurt out. "I mean, you kept it…"

"Yes, it's in a secret account," Grant replies to me. "The money, I'm using it for charity."

I stare at him when I hear his explanation. My heart races as I thought of this man's kindness. No one knows about the charity, only me, right?

I want to ask this question, but I can see the answer in his eyes. If he wanted fame and praise, then he shouldn't have hidden this fact.

But he kept it. This man, my very own Grant, has a philanthropic, humble heart.

I whisper, "How long have you been doing this?"

"I can't remember how long has it been," Grant replies to me. "It was years ago."

A distant smile appears on his face. It touches my heart, making me love him more if it's possible. I love him too much already… a bit more, and I'll probably go crazy.

"What inspired you?" I ask him. He might have an incredible encounter. Grant glances at me and smiles.

I remember the man he talked about last time.

"I'm fortunate enough to meet a person that inspired my life," he replies to me. I blink my eyes. Gosh, he sounds so mysterious.

I chuckle, "I'm so happy for you."

Grant smiles, tenderly, "I'm more than fortunate when I met you."

My heart almost stops beating when I hear his statement. I can only stare at his side profile as he continues driving along the road. How lucky am I that he chose me to be his wife?

I look ahead, and I can see the city lights coming into view. We're almost home.

"I need your help, Sonya," Grant says to me. My head snaps to him.

"Of course," I answer without thinking. "What is it?"

"I need your skills to set up the charity benefit as soon as possible… please. Can you help me?" Grant requests of me. How can I possibly refuse when he asks me like this, and it's also for the greater good?

I smile.

"Sure, honey… I'll do my best," I reply without giving it much thought. Anyway, I'm used to working.

"Alright, place this one as the main auction," I point at an item that Grant acquired years ago. He has a habit of collecting antiques.

I give instructions to the staff as I continue overseeing things. We're finalizing the interior designs of the hall. We're aiming for something simple but can genuinely portray the heart of this event.

"Place this flower vase at the corner," I order one of the staff. I wipe my forehead. "Use white roses for the flower arrangement."

"Yes, ma'am." The staff left and go to do his job. I look around, and everything's falling into place. There are not many mishaps, so far, everything's okay and running smoothly.

The invitations were sent, and people have confirmed that they'll come. Any monetary income garnered through the charity event will go to the funds for the foundations.

"Did you call Mrs. Vanderbalt?" I question Grant when I see him entering the hall. I feel tired but fulfilled. Luckily, I've gotten used to hard, frantic work these few months. CEO Fields has trained me hard.

And so far, it paid off as evident to how I handle this event. We're almost done here, and the event will be launched soon. We only have to prepare for any last-minute changes.

"I did," Grant replies to me, and he kisses me on the lips softly. I'm a bit surprised by his display of affection. I try moving away from his arms, but he captures me tightly.

"I'm sweaty," I exclaim. Gosh, how can Grant bury his face on my neck? I feel the heat creep up on my face when people are subtly looking our way. Then, they stare elsewhere when they see what we're doing.

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