THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

From Bruges To Paris

The taxi pulled up in front of the Dukes Palace Hotel, Luke opened the taxi door and carried Beatrice into the hotel.

and again he met Rebecca who was also about to enter the hotel with the Spanish man he had seen in the lobby with her this morning.

He looked at her with a sharp gaze. He did know that Rebecca often changed men, but she had never witnessed it in person, which turned out to be a hundred times worse.

Rebecca's face was flabbergasted when she saw Luke carrying Beatrice on his back. There was a feeling of jealousy in her heart, she didn't want Luke to love anyone other than her.

Just as Rebecca was about to open her mouth to say something, Luke interrupted her.

"I've got the answer, you don't need to explain anymore. This is the last time, I'll never see you again," Luke said then walked to the elevator that took him back to his suite on the fifth floor.

He put Beatrice down on the bed and took off her shoes. After that he stood facing the window, gazing at the night view of Bruges which for some reason was not as beautiful as usual. His heart ached.

Maybe Beatrice was right, he was just an idiot. He always waited for Rebecca to come home, whenever she wanted. He could never love another woman, none but her...

The next morning.

"I don't remember at all how I got here?" Beatrice muttered as she woke up to find Luke packing up his suitcase.

"HAHA Talk to my hand!" Luke said without looking at her, he was ashamed to remember that he had kissed her on the lips last night, even if only for a moment.

Beatrice grimaced, "I'm sorry, the beer was too good to ignore," she said while banging her slightly dizzy head then walking absentmindedly to the bathroom.

"We'll check out in a bit, pack your things," Luke said, scrolling through his phone screen.

"Where are we heading to?" asked Beatrice with a frown, her hands busy stuffing her things into the suitcase.

Luke sighed, suddenly thinking of Rebecca. He had to get away from her immediately.

"New York," he replied flatly.

Beatrice glared,

"I need to visit Paris, please! Maybe it sounds sucks but I've never seen the Eiffel Tower in my whole life," she said with a sad face.

Normally Luke would have argued with her, but that time he just kept quiet, agreeing on her.

'Yes, Paris!!!' Beatrice couldn't help herself but smile widely.

"I'd like to leave this for Miss Rebecca who's staying in room 56," Luke said to the hotel receptionist, holding out a Men's watch that Rebecca had just given him two days ago.

There's no point in keeping the stuff she gave him, it will only increase the wound.

A few minutes later Luke and Beatrice were already inside the car, headed for Paris.

Luke who was in a bad mood just kept quiet, didn't say a word at all while Beatrice chose to keep herself busy by writing down lots of wishlists on her cellphone so that later when she has a lot of money she won't be confused about what to buy.

"When I was drunk last night, nothing strange happened, right?" Beatrice ventured to ask because she suddenly remembered someone kissing her on the lips. She couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

Luke's face instantly tensed, cold sweat running down the back of his neck.

"Nothing, why you asked?" he asked without looking up.

Beatrice touched her lips, wanting to speak but afraid that Luke would laugh at her, she finally said,

"Nothing!"

Quiet.

"You really never fell in love?" Luke asked continuing his chat with her last night, still curious.

Beatrice shrugged,

"Never, no one has ever been able to make my heart skip a beat, maybe my standards are too high," she mumbled, she was also didn't understand why she had never fallen in love.

Luke snorted,

"You really never kissed someone except um that night with me? I still can't believe it!" he mocked, a little nervous actually because the answer was yes, he would be the first to kiss her on the lips.

Annoyed Beatrice rolled her eyes,

"Really? Look at my lips!" she leaned toward Luke, pointing at her lips with her finger.

If Luke would normally sneer, that time he was silent nervously. "Okay okay! I believe in you!" he said to get Beatrice away from him, he was afraid that she might read her mind.

"We stay one day in Paris and then immediately fly to New York," Luke said without being asked.

Beatrice shrugged, "Okay!"

Luke glanced at her, thinking she was actually cute if she didn't argue much like usual.

"So how many siblings are you?" he asked indifferently.

"Single."

"Your mother wasn't angry when she heard that your father wanted to marry you to an old fart?"

"My mother is dead already."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, if Mom was still around, my Dad would never do that kind of stuff,"

Luke glanced at her, he really felt sorry for her but he didn't want to show it. "So meeting me was a stroke of luck, right?" he said to lighten the mood.

The corners of Beatrice's lips immediately tilted upwards, sneering. "Okay, Mr. Arrogant, you have to remember that we both need each other?" she said with a curt face that somehow made Luke want to keep teasing her.

"You know what? Just use my black card to buy a ring, pretend I've already proposed to you," Luke said in an annoying tone.

Beatrice scrunched up her face,

"No! I want to be proposed like everyone else!"

Luke just chuckled,

"Gosh, you really are weird, why would you need a fake proposal?" he mumbled, shaking his head in bewilderment.

"Because why not!"

After almost three hours of driving, they would soon reach Paris, where Luke had already prepared something for Beatrice.

She might be a nobody and not someone special to him. But she would be his future wife, even if only a contract wife, but she deserved better treatment than what he has given her.

The city of Paris began to appear, the Eiffel Tower soared so that Beatrice forgot that she was upset. She was stunned to see the true beauty of Paris.

"Gosh Luke! It's amazing!" shrieked Beatrice as she stared at the scene in front of her in amazement.

Luke smiled faintly, "I know," he said barely audibly, his eyes staring at her warmly.