“You're my...” he trailed off for a moment before continuing, “You're my friend, business partner, and savior.”
“Which means I still shouldn't care that you're involved with other girls,” stated Arielle with a laugh.
Vinson held his head high. “In my circle of friends, we ask each other's opinions whenever one of us has a girlfriend. That woman is not my type, and since you're my friend, please don't misunderstand.”
Arielle was at a loss for words. Somehow, part of her felt happy, but another part of her felt disappointed, and she didn't know why she was having these feelings.
“Oh,” she replied in the end, not knowing what else to say. “You said you have something to ask me? What is it?”
Hearing her question, Vinson remembered the question he initially wanted to ask before getting carried away with the whole Wendy affair. “About being my pretend girlfriend. Have you thought of the answer yet?”
Arielle was stupefied because she had forgotten everything about this.
“Um... I don't think it's a good idea.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “What if I end up getting in the way of your suitors? I heard that your mom's looking for a partner for you.”
“That is exactly why I need you to be my pretend girlfriend. Truthfully, that woman from earlier was a blind date my mom had set up for me, but
I want to marry someone of my choice, so I need your help.”
“I see,” replied Arielle. “Since it's a blind date, I think you should go along with it. That woman has the looks, to be frank.”
“She's not my type.”
“Then what is your type?”
“Um...” Vinson stared at her intently with mouth agape. “As long as it's not someone like her.
Please help me.”
“What's in it for me if I help you?”
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