Tamara’s pov
“Well, we are not getting married for real,” I said and heard him sigh.
“Really?” I asked and he chuckled a bit at this.
“I am just not ready, it’s not you.
Just the concept of marriage and this plan is supposed to help me find my wife.
Please stop me from talking any further,” he said, and I chuckled.
“It’s okay, can I explain the plan?” I asked him and he nodded.
“Well, you said that they still have their eyes on you.
But they don’t have their eyes on me, and also if they think you have moved on then they will stop watching your every move,” I explained, and he nodded.
“And even if they don’t ease their surveillance on me then meeting with my fiancé won’t look that suspicious,” he added, and I nodded.
“Plus, you and I make a lot of sense, we could sell them
