Run Away, And Found By The Devil CEO

EDWARDS "I'd like some time to speak to my fiancée in private." The words brush against my tongue like sandpaper. Rose's eyes connect with mine. They expand before turning to Ross in a silent plea for help. While her ability to read me as a multi-pigmentation machine kept her productive, it was nothing but an inconvenience now. Ross opened up. Any look I sent his way, he would back away slowly. "See you both inside." He greeted Rose before entering the ballroom. The wedding planner checks the time on her watch. “I'll be back in five minutes to grab you two. Don't disappear on me again. She winked before entering the kitchen.My heart pounded in my chest, and I took three deep breaths to slow it down. You told her to find you anyone with an XX chromosome and the ability to reproduce. You are the only one to blame here. I have passed the point of no return. I never thought that Rose would use this kind of plan without asking me if I agreed. It's a terrible idea that risks jeopard

ROSE"You are.. what?!" Mother's black eyes widened. She clasped her hands together to prevent herself from threading them through her spiral curls. "She said she was engaged," Nana answered loudly before taking a sip of her coffee. Her gray Senegalese changed as she readjusted her position in the wicker chair across from me. "How? Where? To whom? Last time I checked, you said single!" The brown skin around my mother's eyes wrinkled. "It's complicated." Yes, that's one way of saying it. Maybe I wasn't prepared for a conversation like this the day after the engagement party from hell.“Don't keep us waiting here. I don't know how long I'll have on this earth, and with the way you stammer, you're going to have a pre-wedding funeral," Nana added with a serious look on her face. She was probably the reason I could fake engagement in front of a room full of strangers as long as I did. "There's not much to plan because I'm on the run." "Excuse me?!" The sound of my mother's rapid brea

RoseIf I'd assumed that my work tasks would be reduced since I have to organize a wedding in two weeks, I was quite wrong. I'm pretty much back to the same situation I faced before, which is an issue for me right now. I'm overloaded. With work. With expectations. And with a bunch of useless questions like what colour napkins and what style of handwriting for the name cards.I can't even read cursive.“I require you to rework Yakura's report,” Edwards stops at my desk.“Again?” I groan. “It's the 3rd time in the past 6 months.”He places a stack of pastel orange papers on my desk.“Are you still having trouble with the printer? I could show you how to use it if you have a moment.” He doesn't bother responding to my query. “I anticipate that I'll have your revisions before the end of the day.”“Today?”“Is that an issue?” he inquires “No,” I reply with a tight smile. “I'll squeeze it in between planning for the wedding, picking a dress, and going to a cake tasting later.”“Excellent.