The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

With one hand supporting his chin, Kent said the last sentence with a seemingly gentle and sincere expression on his face.
Although it was apparent that he was just joking around, Janet could tell that he was somewhat serious.
‘Wait, serious?’ she thought to herself.
How could he of all men be serious about anyone?
He probably just wanted to see her panic and embarrassment in response to his jest.
With a smile, Janet supported her face by placing her hands on her cheeks, and responded in a sugary voice, “If I really did get
divorced, Mr. Perkins, would you marry me?”
Kent’s heart skipped a beat and then started racing when he saw her smile.
However, he didn’t know what to say to her question.
He had to admit that he was dumbstruck by her words.
Marry her?
Marriage was something that he had never given the slightest thought.
He had been playing the field for years and it never occurred to him once to get hitched.
He had toyed with the idea that someday his parents might perhaps ask him to marry a woman of their choosing of equal status
to their own family. With one hand supporting his chin, Kent said the last sentence with a seemingly gentle and sincere
expression on his face. Although it was apparent that he was just joking around, Janet could tell that he was somewhat serious.
But that was something he thought was in the distant future.
However, when he heard Janet’s question just now, he thought about it for a while and was shocked to find that he actually could
live with this idea.
When she noticed that he wasn’t going to answer, she burst into laughter and said, “Don’t make such a joke, alright? How could
a man like you ever marry me? Besides, I won’t divorce my husband just because he is poor. He is a good, wonderful guy.”
When she said this, her eyes were full of sincere seriousness.

The smile on Kent’s face froze.
“Thank you for helping me so many times, but you’d better give up on me. I won’t ever cheat on my husband,” Janet said with
firm conviction.
“Can we be friends then?” Kent smiled and said calmly. “Miss Lind?”
“My friends are all decent and kind-hearted people. They don’t play with women’s feelings to get them in bed,” Janet said after
considering his proposal.
Kent was rendered speechless. He then complained, “What are you talking about? I can’t get you off my mind and I haven’t been
with a woman for three days already.”
Janet covered her smile with her hand but her smile was still apparent from the crinkles at the corners of her eyes. Perhaps she
felt that it was wholly inappropriate for her to smile at this juncture. She pursed her lips momentarily and then said, “Okay, keep
up then. But I suppose it will be difficult.”
The waiter served them two cups of coffee. The pleasant aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the cold, wintery air.
After saying thanks to the waiter, Janet took a few sips of her coffee and turned to look at the clock on the wall of the
coffeehouse. With the coffee still in her grasp, she said, “It’s getting late. I’m going to head home now.”
Knowing that he had no reason to ask her to stay, Kent gently replied, “Alright. I had fun.”
After paying the bill, Janet left the shop.
Kent’s coffee was still untouched. He watched Janet’s receding figure, filled with newfound bitterness.