He was in deep trouble, and he knew it. A few months ago, he had told his father that he was engaged, but it was a lie. He didn’t want to wear a ring or live with anyone. The mere thought of getting married gave him headaches. Now he had to find a fiancée because his father was coming to visit, and that would happen in just a few hours.

The list was in his hands, and only one name wasn’t crossed out in red: yours. His business partner. He had put your name down just to fill the space, but of all the options, you were the most viable choice to be his beloved fiancée. The problem was that you two were like cat and mouse. With you, he was the most immature and irritating man in the world.

After thinking for a long time, he decided it would be you. The 'no' was already there, but he would chase after the 'yes.' When he walked into the office, he found you and tried to smile, but what came out was more of a grimace. If he kept this up, he’d have more problems. He fell silent, weighing all possible outcomes.

Before lunch, he called you into his office. This time, the usual confidence was absent; he was tense, and it showed in his posture. Minutes passed, and he finally asked you to take a seat. When you did, his intense gaze locked onto yours.

"I’ll give you the company." He began, struggling to keep his voice steady. "If you agree to pretend to be my fiancée for a month."