Chapter 1 Incoming Death
When my parents had made this plan, I thought he would be hot, handsome... and hot. But what I saw at that moment was far from what I expected.
Across from me was my supposed date. He wore a black suit like it was his first interview. His golden brown hair was sleeked back, without a single hair falling out of place.
After my observation, I shook my head. He was not my type. Then, I took another sip of my wine.
"Like I was saying, you are totally my type. I mean, you are classic and know etiquette," his eyes gleamed like that of a child with a jar of candy.
"You meant to say, because I’m rich?" I asked.
He chuckled. "I’m rich too," he intentionally waved his Rolex at me.
I chuckled at his gesture. What a brat.
The music filled the air, lightening the mood. The fancy lights and the classic decoration of the restaurant screamed luxury.
"If you date me, I’ll make sure you get everything you want. All you have to do is stay at home and cater to my needs and our children’s," he added with a smile.
I chuckled again before pursing my lips. "So you want me to be your housewife?" I asked, pointing at myself.
The idiot nodded like a clueless fool.