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"I know." I leaned in anyway, trying to kiss her just slightly, just enough that she knew what I meant. She stepped back just as gently, not cold, not harsh, just honest. "That's not something I can give you right now," she said. "But I hear you." She moved a step closer again, her voice soft. "But if you help me tonight. If you do this one right thing, I promise you, when this is all over, we go on one date. Just one. I give you that."

She simpers. Excellent.

"How will it be implemented?" Chester was not planning on hiding anything from Giselle. After some explanation, Giselle understood everything. What Chester had in mind was a dating simulation game. The user would be able to personalize the process of their romantic journey according to their preferences. They would only need to wait for a couple of minutes before they could go through the immersive experience once again. During that period, the user could allow other players to join them and become their assistants or relationship counselors. When he mentioned this, an idea popped up in Giselle's head.

Her smirk falters, “Oh, please. Eldric would never let that happen. Or did he suddenly die and leave you in charge?” “Try me, Roxanne. I’d love to play.” At that, her face drains of colour, before she sighs and says,” Fine! All I did was as I was instructed, okay?” What??? “I got a text, and the person said to act like I was talking to Eldric using a voice simulator, so you would think Lucien only got with you because of a bet, and it would push you to break up with him, leaving him alone so I can finally have him back.” Her laugh is humourless as she says. “And like a fool, you took the bait; hook, line, sinker.”

Simmi would have teased me if she would have seen me behaving like this. But doesn't she feel anything for me if she can tease me so easily about another girl?? She is not in love with me... Yes, and she never said that she loves me. She agreed to marry me because I wanted to marry her. What is happening?? What am I feeling for Betty?? Was Betty talking about me? Does she love me? Is Simmi happy that she is getting married to me or does she want to get back to adam?? Do I love Simmi as just my best friend?

My breath catches. He shifts, and I yank my hand away fast. He looks like a cat. A pretty one. Then I remember Asher. My lock screen. I still have his picture. No. That ends now. Moving carefully, I slide the tiny key from Dominic’s pocket and unlock his bag to grab my phone. I delete every photo of Asher and me—three years gone with a few swipes. My chest aches, but I don’t let the tears fall. I glance back at Dominic. He’s still asleep. Slowly, I open my camera and click a photo of him. “Maybe I’ll use it for my wallpaper,” I murmur. “You know, to make the fake dating look real.”

“I don’t want to do this. But she’s asking for it. I can’t ignore her request. She’s not well, Celeste. I’d do anything to make her happy, even if it means this.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re asking me to fake date you?” “Exactly. It’s simple. We pretend for her, give her the peace of mind she wants. I’ll compensate you for your time. It’s a contract, nothing more. Public appearances, monthly payments—nothing personal. His tone was blunt, no trace of emotion slipping through. He was treating this like a business deal, and I knew better than to expect anything more. Leo had always kept his emotions hidden, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

I'll make sure you don't need to look at others anymore. There were four main desires in life that everyone was after: money, power, fame, and lust. The first three didn't interest me, while the last one was definitely tempting. I replied, [Well, that... doesn't sound too bad.] It was just an online relationship anyway. Of course, there had to be conditions. No public announcements, no couple avatar, no video calls, no real-life meetings. He wasn't thrilled but agreed. And so, two years passed. As he became more stylish, I found myself enjoying his photos and videos more and more. I realized he could pull off all sorts of different looks.

I’m sure he doesn’t like my terms either and— “Every day at exactly 6pm, you’ll give me a kiss. It doesn’t matter where we are, I get to choose the location.” I blinked. And again. “Just a kiss?” “No,” “Oh, I can do that. What else?” “Dates and flowers, of course those are going to happen. What’s a relationship without them? Don’t worry, I know good locations. Out of town as well,” It’s on the top of my tongue to ask how he knows the good locations. I bit back my retort and nodded, signaling for him to continue.