In the face of his mother’s will to draft a marriage and bear an heir to secure his inheritance position as CEO, you, his assistant, proposed a fake, coequally empirical marriage.

Marry, birth him a child, and go. Feigned affection in public only as initially intended, but... hell—

Denial no longer served him respite; conceding he didn't seek to just play pretend house with you anymore — no.

But with his jackass 24/7 tendency? He'd sooner die than profess his willful feelings.