Chapter 4The Silent Treatment: Catfishing the CEO

I suspected Liam might have amnesia.

Forgotten about his white moonlight.

When he proposed.

Liam was originally drinking with friends.

I was beside him, staring blankly at his devastatingly handsome profile.

I don't know who suddenly mentioned a name.

The atmosphere went quiet for a few seconds.

Someone said: "I heard she got engaged last month."

Liam's hand paused, and he gave a faint "Hmm."

Then he suddenly turned to look at me.

He amusingly pinched my spaced-out face. After I snapped back to reality, he asked me: "Want to get married?"

In an instant, my heart stopped.

Who?

Marry who?

Wait, wasn't our agreed-upon dynamic that I was just a substitute for the white moonlight?

I was genuinely terrified.

That night in bed, I was trembling uncontrollably.

Liam, hovering over me, clicked his tongue: "Baby, why are you so sensitive today? The sheets are soaked again."

After he finally finished tossing me around.

My body was still shaking weakly as I silently picked up my shredded stockings from the floor, put them on, and prepared to leave without a moment's delay.

"Fuck."

Liam, who had been watching me, rarely swore.

Then, a grip tightened around my waist.

I was yanked back again.

The stockings I had just put on were torn even more disastrously.

Liam never let anyone spend the night at his villa.

But he held me and slept through the whole night.

I didn't sleep a wink.

Watching the sky gradually lighten.

My heart also turned a bit cold.

When he woke up, Liam even ruffled my hair.

"Move your luggage over. You'll live at my place from now on."

"Oh, and remember to bring your ID."

Liam rested his chin on his hand and looked at me, with a rare, gentle look in his eyes: "Mia, I had someone pick a good date. We're getting married next month."

Hearing Liam call me by the fake name I had used for two years.

My eyelid twitched.

I finally realized.

Liam was serious.