Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Chapter 2 Why Don’t We Get Married?
The customers all around snickered. Embarrassed to the core, he fled from the restaurant.
Betty collected herself, looked at the man, and thanked him. “Thanks for the help, sir.”
The man bowed his head.
Just then, the anxious waiter looked at Betty and cut in, “Well... Madam...”
Betty took the hint, blushed, and said, “I’ll pay the bill. How much is it?”
The waiter heaved a sigh of relief and said, “$5,000.”
“What?” Betty was struck dumb.
She knew this restaurant charged high but had not expected such an exorbitant price.
“If you have questions, you can check the bill.”
Then again, Betty knew that they would not overcharge her. The problem was that she had just paid her mother’s medical bills
yesterday. There wasn’t much money left in her deposit, and her credit card had long been frozen.
“Well...” Her cheeks burning, Betty plucked up the courage and asked, “Can you... Put it on the cuff?”
The waiter froze and soon pulled a long face. “Sorry ma’am, no credit is given at this restaurant. If you can’t pay the bill, we’ll
have to resort to other means.”

Betty panicked and thought about borrowing some money when her benefactor spoke again.
“I’ll pay the bill for this lady.”
The man raised his white, pretty hand. A Centurion card was held between his slender fingers.

The waiter stiffened but soon came to his senses. In a respectful manner, he took the card.
“Sir, you don’t have to...” Betty snapped back to reality, trying to stop the waiter, but the latter had
left
Betty was at a loss, but she was aware that she had no money to pay the bill. Then she turned to look
at the stone-faced man in the wheelchair and said with embarrassment, “Well... Sir, I’ll pay you
back. Could you tell me your phone number or bank account? I’ll wire the money.”
“Sure, do you have a pen and paper?”
The man’s voice was a bit husky and velvety.
Thinking that the man was going to write down his bank account, Betty took out a pen and a
The man took the pen, scribbled a string of numbers, and handed it back.
Betty took it and froze.
“What’s this?” It couldn’t be his bank account.
“My phone number.” The man returned the pen, his look still nonchalant.”Dial the number when you have the money.”

Betty’s cheeks burned a little.
This perspicacious man could tell that she didn’t have 5,000 dollars at the moment.
She just couldn’t understand why he gave her his phone number rather than his bank account.
Sensitive by nature, Betty tended to overthink things, but it was improper for her to press. Without a choice, she took the
notebook and whispered, “Thank you.”
To reassure the other party, she produced her business card and added, “Here is my business
card.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Betty White?” The man took the card, looked down at it, and articulated her name. His husky tickled her heart like a feather.
Just then, a young man dashed in from outside.
He came up, bent down, and whispered to the man, “According to Miss Shaw, she is stuck in traffic and might be half an hour
late.”
“Tell her to go back,” Kerwin Martin’s eyes were cold as he said in an indifferent tone. “I don’t like affected women.”
“But....” the young man said with an anxious look. “Your grandfather is pushing...”
.
Kerwin ignored his advice and looked up at Betty.
“Miss White, will you marry me?”
Betty was dazed. Not until the other party spoke again that she came to her senses. “What?”
“I witnessed the entire process of your dating with that man. Miss White, you’re anxious to get married, I suppose.”
Betty’s breath hitched. Embarrassment and shame came again.
“That makes the two of us.”
Before Betty could say anything, the man continued in a calm, diplomatic voice, “Isn’t it feasible? We take what we need.”