Chapter Twenty Three

A week had passed before I could finally see the face of my fake husband here, Evan. He was a college student in the pack and wore a light colored shirt with trousers. A sweatshirt hung on his shoulders as he casually walked inside my temporary house. His dark eyes stared at me, and he smiled politely. You must be Bella. He put his hand forward in an intention to shake his hands with mine. Pleasure to meet you. I was cleaning the kitchen at that time before I could head off to the restaurant. I reluctantly walked over and shook our hands. After that, there was an unnatural silence between us. This was so awkward! I scratched my head and said, You can sit anywhere you like. Of course, this is my home. So don't worry about showing me around. Another polite smile. Wait, did he just say it was his home! When his glance swept past my confused yet surprised expression, he paused and gave an apologetic smile. It's like this. Since you want to pretend to be my wife, I thought it would be