Chapter 4

I saw the polices pointing guns at us, and the man I had talked with was standing before the robber.

"Sir, we beg your cooperation to stay away from the scene," The police on the megaphone said, but he seemed to ignore it.

He looks at me before looking at the robber.

In a swift move, I landed on his chest before hearing gunshots.

He hugs and covers me.

All I can do is to pray silently for our life.

"Miss, are you okay?" I opened my eyes and saw the polices capturing the robbers.

"Miss," I feel him shaking my shoulder.

"I am fine, thank you," he sighs.

"Sorry I caused you trouble," I smiled at him.

I saw the media making their way, which made me hug him and hide my face.

"What are you doing?" I hear some playfulness in his voice.

"Hide me. I will give you money after this."

He covers my face with his arms as I hear reporters approaching us.

I feel like he's covering his face, also.

"Sir, can we have an interview?"

"Ma'am, sir, can we take a clear photo."

"What happened in the scene, sir?"

Their voices give panic to me.

This is the worst day ever.

"Madam!" I saw my secretary.

"Get the car ready!" She nodded.

The bank staff guided us and stopped the media.

I am lucky enough to have a significant influence on this bank.

I brought the man with me because I needed him to cover me.

We reach the car, but the media is still following us, so I have no choice but to bring him inside.

We leave the place as soon as we get in.

I breathed out and fixed myself.

I look at him also.

His face grimaced, and I gasped as I saw his hand bleeding.

"Are you okay?" I ask worriedly. I get the medicine and clean his wound.

"You wanted me to take you to the hospital?"

"No," he answered right away. I nodded and continued cleaning his wound.

I looked at my clothes, and there was blood on them. I can't go home like this.

"Stop in a clothing store, buy me clothes and clothes of him also." My assistant nodded.

I breathe in relief and praise myself that I luckily suggested asking my assistant and bodyguards to leave early. My money is safe from those robbers.

We stop in a boutique, and my assistant does the shopping. I give her my card.

I look at him as I finish cleaning his wound to catch him looking at me.

I look away, feeling conscious so suddenly.

"You look familiar. Why are you hiding your face?" I look at him, and he seems serious about it.

"For privacy," he nodded, but he seemed not to buy what I had said.

"Your rich," he commented.

I get my purse in the car and fish my cheque.

"How much do you want?" I said while I was finding my pen.

I look at him, and he looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

He smirked and shook his head in this belief.

"My service is free," he closed his eyes and rested his head.

"Name your price Mr." He seemed like he didn't hear me.

"Just drop me off in the mall."

I sigh.

"Can I just treat you a dinner instead?" He immediately opened his eyes and looked at me in awe.

"Oh, you just said it at the start. lowkey wanting me to have a date with you?" He started to smile like crazy and kept looking at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"I am not asking you out," He gives me a look telling me not to believe what I am saying.

"I know I am handsome, but I am not that easy to get you to know." I hit his arm.

"Crazy jerk!" I spat.

I saw my assistant going out of the boutique.

She handed me the paper bag and gave the other to this man.

"What is your name, by the way?" I look at him.

“Wilson Martinez, you?”

“Georgina Dela Fuente.”

He extended his arm at me.

I take it, and we shake hands.

"Finally, I meet the heiress of the Dela Fuente Company." My eyes widen.

"How did you?" My driver and assistant seemed shocked also.

"It is a famous company in the US. I used to live there." I nodded.

At least he didn't know that I had a child.

"How come you are in Singapore?" I ask him, but he seems uncomfortable with my question.

"Never mind," I said.

"I got scammed by an agency, and they said I will have nice work here but nothing." I feel sorry for him so suddenly.

Then I remember, what if I should hire him as my fake husband?

I scan him from head to toe.

He's pretty handsome but looks like a playboy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I cleared my throat.

"I have a proposal for you," he seems interested and looks at me.

"What is it?"

"Can you be my fake husband?"

"What!?" I closed my eyes as he shouted.

"Sorry, I just get shocked." He looks away.

"It is a great deal; I can offer you a wage you like. How about 200,000 US dollars a month?" he looks at me like I have three eyes.

"Fake husband? Tsk!" He looks away.

I close my eyes because of embarrassment.

"We just have met. Why are you asking me that?" he said.

"I have no more time to find another man, and I think you fit as my fake husband." He scoffs.

"Why did you need a fake husband?" He seriously asks.

"I made a mistake six years ago; I accidentally got pregnant. You already know that my family has a nice image in public, and I wanted not to ruin that because of me. I can't hide anymore, so please, accept my offer. I can add more money if you want." I hear myself desperately asking him. This is wild!

"You have a child?" I nodded. He looks at me and scans me.

"You look so young; how old are you?"

“27-year-old.” He nodded.

"You?"

"31," I nodded also.

"How old is your child?" I smiled at him.

"She is six years old; she is a sweet child." He nodded and seemed like he liked to know me.

"Let me think about the offer," I hold his hand so suddenly.

"Please say yes; I wanted to give my child a father she's longing for."

"If I say yes, it feels like committing a real marriage. How long is the contract?"

I sigh.

"Until you can pretend to my husband. Just make it two years or longer."

"What if we already break the contract? We can hurt your daughter's heart. She is so young to experience this kind of lie."

A warm tear escapes my eyes.

"As long as I wanted to give her everything, I know I will repay all of my lies someday, but the important thing is she can have a father."

"Let me think about the offer," I smiled at him sincerely.

"Just name your price if you need." He shook his head.

"I am not doing this for the money but for the child." It somehow touches my heart.

"Thank you."

We reach the mall he is talking about.

"How can I reach you?"

He gives me his phone.

"Put your number there." I nodded and typed my number.

My phone rings.

"Thank you for this day, Wilson."

"Nice meeting you, Georgina."