Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 18

Adjusting

A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat. I turned to my new chauffeur, praying that he would understand me and play along.

“Thank you for giving me a ride,” I said with an awkwardly wide smile, stopping Benjamin halfway before he sat down behind the wheel.

He stepped out of the car. His eyes shifted from me to Liam and back to me again.

“No problem, Miss.” His fingers slid through the rim of his hat.

“Thank you,” I repeated, bowing my head this time.

I could see a surprise flashing through his face, yet he kept his composed expression. He nodded his head, and a few seconds later, he was pulling away from the curb. I sighed in relief as I got rid of the first part of my problem. I stepped closer to Liam, grinning like an idiot.

“What happened to you? Did you win a million dollars overnight or something?” he muttered, widening his eyes as he could now examine my clothes up-close. “Of course not.” I waved off his assumptions with my hand. “I was working at the café today when some rich client spilled coffee all over my clothes… She was incredibly sorry, and she gave me this dress as an apology. Can you believe it?” I forced a laugh.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Did she give you her Gucci heels as well?” “Yes.” I nodded my head while keeping that stupid grin on my face. “This must be my luckiest day since I moved back to New York!” I exclaimed with a wide gesture, as if it could possibly make up for the fact that I was lying.

“What about the car and chauffeur?” he asked, with an unmistakable suspicion in his tone.

“She insisted to offer me a ride home. I ended up asking the chauffeur to take me to your place because I urgently need my laptop,” I said quickly and pulled him through the entrance of his building by the rim of his sleeve. I could feel his doubtful gaze on me, but I kept walking toward his apartment, pretending I didn’t notice. We walked into the elevator, and I saw him frowning.

“What?” I let out an irritated sigh.

“I don’t know,” he said, “It’s just that your story sounds quite unbelievable. That’s all.” He shrugged. I chuckled. “You are right. The truth is that I have recently become the contract fiancée of a very wealthy man. He was the one who gave me those clothes and assigned me a private chauffeur and a car.”

apartment. I didn’t know whether or not to feel insulted that he chose to believe in the lie I made up in seconds over the fact that some crazy wealthy man

Adinolino

probably believe myself in the latter

I thanked him and walked out, feeling as if I had dodged a bullet. I exited the building and began walking towards the subway when I noticed a black Bentley pulling over directly in front of

to put

OK.” I smiled. “He bought my lie, so it’s

didn’t handle the situation the way I wanted. As he opened the door to help me get into the car, I

was my fault for not telling you

had relaxed a bit after my words. As he drove

to say something, go ahead.” “I shouldn’t. It’s just a personal opinion,”

urged, “I

his throat. “I just think that Ms. Bell is unlike any of Mr.

eyebrows. “Oh, really? How am I

girlfriends annoyed me. My mind instantly thought of how many girlfriends he had… Was he going to date anyone despite our

replied hesitantly. “Not that I would judge Mr.

curious. “Hey, I won’t tell

deep breath. “Ms. Bell,

that I am peculiarly polite or humble. I

in the mirror’s reflection. “I think that makes you special… and

idea…” I muttered under

Benjamin’s comment wasn’t truly a compliment, even though I knew that he didn’t mean it in a bad way. I was about

his penthouse. Mr. Lan cherishes his

I gasped while the corners of my

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