“I’ll pay you two hundred fifty thousand dollars to marry me,” Mr. Ares said as if it was merely just spare change for him.
I almost choked on the piece of steak that I hadn’t been able to swallow yet because he suddenly stood right next to me out of nowhere and started babbling something about a marriage.
Am I dreaming? Or more specifically, am I in a nightmare? I wasn’t sure yet in which category this whole fiasco was.
About half an hour ago, I was complaining about my boss. After that, he offered to pay for an expensive dinner, and now this? Some talk about fake marrying him?
Yeah, this guy is crazy. No way am I going to accept his proposition, even if that money could help me a lot with everything that I had to pay for. And I meant a lot-lot.
“N- no, I- I can’t marry you! I bar
