What has your mother said?" Helga asks, but she only receives a sheepish grin. You can't just randomly marry a stranger. Do you recall that? You need to think this through. "I remember you telling me that you swore off boys, what happened to that? You said that all men are the same, egotistical, manipulative, and despicable. "Ivory Fleming, what have you gotten yourself into?" she mutters with a shake of her head.
I can't just quit, can I? What can I do?" I ramble on endlessly until the caring woman holds her palm up to silence me. And you know what's worse? He's my boss, and we can't be married if he is my boss, so he demanded I quit. Why is he so persistent though? I tell him no, but he just comes back the next minute. He just needs a wife, and that's all I am going to be. Marriage isn't just a friendly wager, but that's all we are having.
I can't just leave Mother by herself at the house where she is vulnerable and alone, but Hunter is already forming the contract.
Her whole body leans closer to me, desperately wanting all the gossip. With every word I utter her curiosity peaks. Helga's eyebrows furrow in concentration as I explain my intricate dilemma to her.
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