When Scott heard Julissa’s question, he noticed the sparkle in her eyes.
He suddenly realized—sometimes women do enjoy watching their man get jealous.
“If some other woman asked me to marry her, would you be upset?” Scott asked.
Julissa nodded vigorously.
“So if you fake-married another man, I wouldn’t be able to accept it either.”
Julissa pressed her lips together in a small smile. “You were so generous before. You even encouraged me to go take care of Mrs. Zamora at the hospital. I thought you didn’t mind at all.”
“Well, it depends on what the matter is,” Scott paused. “By the way, what’s in that box?”
Julissa told him it was a wedding dress Mrs. Zamora had made for her, and she wanted her to try it on tonight, take a photo, and show her tomorrow.
Scott narrowed his eyes slightly—even the dress is ready… this whole fake marriage thing is starting to look pretty real.
He thought for a couple seconds but didn’t say anything more. Instead, he called the waiter and ordered a bottle of r
