"Slap—" Victoria Gibson raised her hand and ruthlessly knocked away his hand, her tone hard.
"Fake is fake, it will never become real."
"Is that so?" Chad Yakov's eyes darkened, and his thin lips pressed into a line.
He was determined to make the fake real.
Victoria felt uneasy under his gaze, and urgently turned to walk inside the room.
"By the way, since we're not real lovers, we definitely can't sleep like this at night. Go and tell the butler to arrange a guest room for me."
"Are you joking with me?" Chad followed her into the room, hands in his pockets, leaning casually against the wall.
"My grandmother, known as Mrs. Yakov, is a well-known female elite in the mall since she was sixteen, reputed to have eyes that can see through people. The reason she hasn't discovered you're fake is because she wants a granddaughter-in-law."
"…"
