THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE

Eiffel I'm In Love

They didn't know who started it, but suddenly some of the people and restaurant staff started to get carried away with euphoria when they saw Luke kneeling in front of her.

They were busy saying, "Say Yes! Say Yes! Say Yes!" made Beatrice's face turn pink with embarrassment. It felt so real. Who would have thought that they were just a fake couple?

"Bea, my knees are starting to hurt, you just need to answer yes, why it's taking you so long!" Luke hissed while still smiling, making her immediately aware that it wasn't even a real proposal.

"Yes!" Beatrice replied with a sweet smile because all eyes were on her waiting for an answer. Luke gently placed the ring on his ring finger, and they almost burst out laughing when they found the ring was too loose for her.

They tried to look as romantic as possible so that people who were watching were not disappointed. Without being asked a photographer who was on duty at Le Jules Verne captured every moment beautifully.

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"

She didn't know who started it, but the whole room started to scream encouraging Luke to kiss her.

Her face immediately flushed, she scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"Maybe we should just run," she muttered with a smile on her lips.

She was ready to run away by grabbing her small bag when suddenly Luke's lips landed on hers made her eyes widen in surprise, but seeing many eyes watching them made her close her eyes tightly and enjoyed Luke's soft lips on hers.

Everyone cheered happily, watching two people who love each other was indeed pleasing, if only they knew that they were just a pair of humans who were both playing an act.

After Luke finished kissing her, some people congratulated them. They both avoided each other's eyes. Luke cursed himself for suddenly having the urge to kiss Beatrice once again.

While next to him, Beatrice felt her heart skip a beat because everything was so real between them. She started to expect that Luke was her real fiance. She shook her head, getting rid of that silly thought.

"Um, I will exchange your ring tomorrow, I'm sorry I didn't know your finger size?" Luke said breaking the awkwardness between them. He didn't want to talk about the kiss scene they did earlier, neither did Beatrice, he didn't want to ask and chose to take it as a casual thing.

Beatrice fiddled with the loose ring on her finger, her heartbeat so fast. The taste of Luke's lips still lingered on hers, she couldn't just forget everything just like that.

That was her first kiss! Well except for when she was drunk and making love with Luke at that time, she wouldn't count on that one, such a shame!

"Do you want to take a walk around here?" Luke asked, pretending to be busy with his cell phone. Beatrice shrugged, "Sure," she answered without looking at him. They were both felt awkward and nervous.

After paying the bill and requesting their photos to be emailed, Luke and Beatrice walked out together from the restaurant. Almost all of the restaurant staff who met them would congratulate them sincerely and that made Beatrice feel so happy for some reason.

The night atmosphere in winter made the Eiffel Tower look less crowded. There were only a few people who seemed to be tourists too taking pictures with the Eiffel tower as the background.

They walked hand in hand, through the deserted gardens of the Trocadero. Beatrice cannot describe how mesmerized she was by the beauty of Paris at night.

She squealed with joy as the pool of twelve fountains shot water vertically thirty-three feet into the air, Luke only snorted at her childish behavior.

"The photographer has sent the photos to my email!" Beatrice said as she opened her email inbox impatiently.

They sat on one of the chairs in the garden, flipping through the photos as Luke knelt before her.

"Look! We look like a real couple! You're really good at acting! You deserved an oscar!" she said cheerfully. Luke just chuckled beside her.

"You know what? You have to post these pictures on your social media, I will also do the same thing so people won't make the wrong assumption when we get married out of a sudden," Luke said rationally.

Beatrice was silent for a moment, imagining the reactions of her friends and her family, they must have been very surprised.

She nodded her head,

"I don't mind but are you sure about this marriage? I mean you won't change your mind, will you?" asked her hesitantly.

"I won't!" replied Luke in such a firm tone.

They kept scrolling Beatrice's phone until one image stopped her, the image of them kissing each other with a passionate face that made them both embarrassed and nervous. She scrolled into another picture and found another kissing image, but she was glaring in that picture when Luke kissed her.

At first, they were reluctant to look at each other, but their shoulders shook together holding back laughter until finally, "Haha! Look at this, your face is so funny!" said Luke, pointing to Beatrice's glaring eyes in the picture.

Beatrice pinched Luke's thigh lightly "All because of you! You could have kissed my cheek, why did you have to kiss my lips!" she babbled with red cheeks.

Luke shrugged "To make it look more natural I guess, so I really was your first kiss?" he asked, turning his head to look at her intently.

"Oh, you already know the answer why you have to ask that!"

"Just to make sure, what have I done to deserve all you first! You first kiss, your first sex..."

"SHUT UP!" she was just about to pinch him on his waist but he ran away from her made them run around the park while laughing cheerfully.

"Bea? What happened?" asked Luke when she saw Beatrice fall on the grass.

"My heel hurts..." she said, showing Luke the wound behind her bleeding heel. Suddenly Luke kneeled in front of her, "Get on my back!" said him firmly.

Beatrice gulped, "Are you sure?"

"Hurry up before I change my mind," he replied casually.

Minutes later, she was already on his back smiling happily, she leaned her head against Luke's back, wishing it was going to be a never-ending reality...

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