THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

Will You Marry Me?

Paris, France.

As most people say, was a very romantic city. The artistic city buildings combined with the beauty of the Seine river will make anyone feel at home for long there. Unfortunately, Beatrice only has 24 hours to enjoy the beauty of it.

Luke directed his car to a five-star hotel not far from the Eiffel Tower, Hotel Plaza Athenee.

Hotel Plaza Athenee was a historic hotel that has been under construction since 1911 in the Parisian Haussmann architectural style. They began to restore the hotel's design to be a bit contemporary with the services of the famous architect Jean-Jacques Ory.

Beatrice was flabbergasted at the luxury of the hotel, which was dominated by beige walls and red canopies on almost every window and door.

"Come on in!" she tugged at the hem of her shirt after handing the car keys to the valet. Beatrice followed Luke pulling her suitcase into the hotel.

After taking care of the administration at the reception, they were escorted by a bellboy to the deluxe suite they were going to occupy.

"Luke, we're only going to stay here one night, isn't this room too expensive?" said Beatrice, her face flabbergasted at the luxurious room Luke had booked.

Luke shrugged nonchalantly,

"This is one of the privileges of being rich, there is no need to be frugal!" said Luke, looking out the window overlooking the Eiffel Tower.

Beatrice sneered, she regretted in her mind that she would only be rich for a short time. But she promised to maximize her two-year contract with Luke later to experience what it was like to be a real rich woman.

"I want to go out for a while, just get some rest first, we'll both go to Eiffel tower later," said Luke while putting on his coat. Beatrice was about to say something but she canceled it, she had just gotten along with Luke, there's no point to pick up the fight again.

After Luke went out, she laid down on the super luxurious bed.

"Jeez! What a luxurious room! 71 million a night?! If only he would be my husband forever..." she muttered quietly as she fell asleep on her back staring up at the artistic roof of the room, busy imagining what she would do when she married Luke later, before long she fell asleep soundly.

"Hey! Wake up!" Luke tugged on Beatrice's big toe several times until she woke up. She lazily got up from her bed and sat up rubbing her eyes.

"What's the time now?" she asked after a big yawn. Luke placed a paper bag with the DIOR logo on it on Beatrice's lap.

"It's six, if you want to go to the Eiffel, you should get ready now?" Luke said flatly, he took off his coat and went into the bathroom.

Beatrice glanced at the Dior bag in front of her, "What is this? Is this for me?" she asked, pulling the bag onto her lap.

"Yeah, I'm going to take you to have dinner at a nice place, don't embarrass me, wear something proper!" said Luke from inside the bathroom.

Beatrice's face immediately brightened, she opened the shiny bag quickly and found a beautiful plum dress perched on it.

"This dress is so beautiful!!! This is for me?!" shrieked Beatrice as she stood herself in front of the mirror. Luke didn't answer.

A moment later she realized that she did not bring any high heels or stilettos because she was rarely wearing them.

"But I don't have nice shoes," she muttered when Luke came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he left his broad chest open, making Beatrice turn her face in embarrassment.

"Just get ready!" Luke said nonchalantly. Beatrice just sneered, she went into the bathroom. She was too excited that she did everything very quickly.

The dress that Luke bought was a long sleeveless plum dress with a small strap at the neck and a slightly open back with several small straps intertwined, giving a sexy and mysterious impression. Perfect fit for Beatrice's ideal body.

After coming out of the bathroom she looked around for Luke, but he was nowhere to be seen. DIdn't care, she immediately did her makeup and styled her long hair into a chignon bun which she made a little messy to add a sexy impression.

Just as she finished doing her hair, Luke emerged from the door with a Dior bag in his hand, because the Dior outlet was very close to the hotel they were staying at.

"Where are you from?" Beatrice asked, getting up from the dressing table and standing over to Luke who had just arrived in the living room.

Luke was surprised to see Beatrice in the long backless dress that he bought this afternoon. She looked very different, she was very beautiful and perfect.

"Put this on!" Luke held out the bag towards her, trying not to look her in the eye. He didn't want her to know what was in his head.

Beatrice smiled widely, she hastily opened the shopping bag and found a pair of beautiful silver high heels with straps with Swarovski on the top.

"This is perfect! I can't believe you have such good taste! But how do you know my size!" chirped Beatrice as she sat on the sofa and put on her shoes.

Luke snorted, then pointed at Beatrice's shoes that were scattered under the bed making her wince in embarrassment.

After putting on their coat, the two of them stepped out of the room and down to the hotel lobby, waiting for the valet to get Luke's car.

Before she had a chance to open the car door, Luke had already opened it for her with his face that was still looked stern and arrogant as usual.

"Okay you look a little weird today, what makes you so nice to me?" chirped Beatrice as the car sped through the deserted streets, heading to the Eiffel Tower.

Luke snorted, "This is the real me, a kind-hearted gentleman!" he replied flatly. "Oh really? You know what? Nobody would believe in that statement," she replied, shrugging. Luke didn't say anything, but Beatrice could see him throw a little smile which made her heart get warm in an instant.

The fine-dining restaurant they went to was located on the second floor of the Eiffel tower. To get there they have to take the elevator, apart from other Eiffel visitors who are just looking at the Eiffel view.

Le Jules Verne, located 125 meters above the ground, right in the belly of the Eiffel tower. The menu presented was undoubtedly designed directly by world-class Chef, Alain Ducasse.

Beatrice couldn't help but gape at everything that was too perfect. After taking off her coat outside, she walked with Luke into the restaurant where the heating worked really well.

A waiter pulled out a chair for her, he also made sure she was seated comfortably, after serving her he shifted to Luke.

After that, they ordered a complete course, from appetizer to dessert. Not to forget they also ordered a bottle of red wine from the delicious Vosne Romanee Cris Parantoux to complete their dinner.

"Do you mind?" said Beatrice, holding out her cell phone, she forgot to bring her favorite camera.

Luke sneered, "Your phone is so outdated! Just use mine, you're such a disgrace!" Luke said, annoying as usual. Beatrice just pursed her lips but she continued with her pose. She started from the good one and ended up with the absurd one.

"Let me see!" said her, taking Luke's camera from him. She take a look at her photos, some of them were good but some others were so silly, even there's a part where he just captured on her nostril.

"You really such a pain in the ass..." she muttered in annoyance. She pointed the camera to Luke and took some of his pictures, in a silly way just like what he did to her. They looked at the pictures together and burst into a laugh that made them shed tears.

Soon a waiter came to deliver the wine and immediately poured it. Before he left, Beatrice asked him to take her picture together with Luke. With a hint from the waiter, they both smiled at the camera, looking exactly like any other normal couple.

The conversations that were discussed throughout dinner were just small talk about Paris and other cities in France. They did not discuss heavy topics that might spoil the beautiful atmosphere of that dinner.

After finishing dessert, Luke was starting to look a little embarrassed. He didn't know where to start.

It might have been easier if Beatrice had really been his partner. But because that was a mere contract made everything they did was so awkward.

When Beatrice was looking at the beautiful view of Paris while sipping her wine, Luke slipped his hand into his coat pocket and took out a velvet box.

He cleared his throat softly, causing Beatrice to turn around. "Why? Are we going home already?" he asked a little disappointed.

Luke was silent for a moment, then mustered up the courage. Even though all of it was just a pretending somehow he felt very nervous.

He had been practicing, to make the night a memorable one for Beatrice and himself. Because even though their marriage was a contract, that was still a marriage. At least they should have good memories when their contract ended.

Very nervously he rose from his seat and knelt in front of Beatrice, causing her to palpitate immediately.

"Gosh! It's not even real! Why am I so nervous!" Beatrice screamed in her head.

"Bea, I don't know what to say, but we'll probably be together for the next two years, so let's make it easy for us by being a good partner to each other, anyway Beatrice Miller, will you marry me? !" Luke's voice was calm, as calm as the beautiful flowing Seine.

Beatrice froze where she sat. Unfortunately, there was a subtle vibration in her heart which she immediately brushed away.

'Remember Bea, none of this is real!' she heard a voice in her head that told her to calm herself down and be professional...

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