Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO By Woody Rain Chapter 2
Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO
Chapter 2 Why Donât We Get Married?
The customers all around snickered. Embarrassed to the core, he fled from the restaurant.
Betty collected herself, looked at the man, and thanked him. âThanks for the help, sir.â
The man bowed his head.
Just then, the anxious waiter looked at Betty and cut in, âWell... Madam...â
Betty took the hint, blushed, and said, âIâll pay the bill. How much is it?â
The waiter heaved a sigh of relief and said, â$5,000.â
âWhat?â Betty was struck dumb.
She knew this restaurant charged high but had not expected such an exorbitant price.
âIf you have questions, you can check the bill.â
Then again, Betty knew that they would not overcharge her. The problem was that she had just paid her motherâs medical bills yesterday. There wasnât much money left in her deposit, and her credit card had long been frozen.
âWell...â Her cheeks burning, Betty plucked up the courage and asked, âCan you... Put it on the cuff?â
The waiter froze and soon pulled a long face. âSorry maâam, no credit is given at this restaurant. If you canât pay the bill, weâll have to resort to other means.â
Betty panicked and thought about borrowing some money when her benefactor spoke again.
âIâll pay the bill for this lady.â
The man raised his white, pretty hand. A Centurion card was held between his slender fingers.
The waiter stiffened but soon came to his senses. In a respectful manner, he took the card.
âSir, you donât have to...â Betty snapped back to reality, trying to stop the waiter, but the latter had left Betty was at a loss, but she was aware that she had no money to pay the bill. Then she turned to look at the stone-faced man in the wheelchair and said with embarrassment, âWell... Sir, Iâll pay you back. Could you tell me your phone number or bank account? Iâll wire the money.â
âSure, do you have a pen and paper?â
The manâs voice was a bit husky and velvety.
Thinking that the man was going to write down his bank account, Betty took out a pen and a The man took the pen, scribbled a string of numbers, and handed it back.
Betty took it and froze.
âWhatâs this?â It couldnât be his bank account.
âMy phone number.â The man returned the pen, his look still nonchalant.âDial the number when you have the money.â
Bettyâs cheeks burned a little.
This perspicacious man could tell that she didnât have 5,000 dollars at the moment.
She just couldnât understand why he gave her his phone number rather than his bank account.
Sensitive by nature, Betty tended to overthink things, but it was improper for her to press. Without a choice, she took the notebook and whispered, âThank you.â
To reassure the other party, she produced her business card and added, âHere is my business card.â
âBetty White?â The man took the card, looked down at it, and articulated her name. His husky tickled her heart like a feather.
Just then, a young man dashed in from outside.
He came up, bent down, and whispered to the man, âAccording to Miss Shaw, she is stuck in traffic and might be half an hour late.â
âTell her to go back,â Kerwin Martinâs eyes were cold as he said in an indifferent tone. âI donât like affected women.â
âBut....â the young man said with an anxious look. âYour grandfather is pushing...â
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Kerwin ignored his advice and looked up at Betty.
âMiss White, will you marry me?â
Betty was dazed. Not until the other party spoke again that she came to her senses. âWhat?â
âI witnessed the entire process of your dating with that man. Miss White, youâre anxious to get married, I suppose.â
Bettyâs breath hitched. Embarrassment and shame came again.
âThat makes the two of us.â
Before Betty could say anything, the man continued in a calm, diplomatic voice, âIsnât it feasible? We take what we need.â