The Unveiled Rose

Zane had always been confident when it came to work.

From the company's future development to the year they should restructure, he always had a plan.

From how each project should proceed to the goals to achieve at every stage, he had everything figured out in his mind.

But today, it seemed that all the qualities he prided himself on had lost their effect. He could only wait for my answer.

I thought for a long time before I said, "If you really consider marrying me, then no matter how outstanding the women around you are in the next few years, you can't be moved.

"You must choose me, unwaveringly. I don't want a man I treat like a husband to be flirting with other women. Can you accept that?"

Zane replied with unprecedented seriousness. "Of course I can."

I didn't respond.

Then, he continued, "I've been single up until now, and I've met many women. Though some of them are quite excellent, I've never been moved by any of them. I've never thought of spending my life with anyone as well." In his heart, Zane quietly added, "Except for Anna."novelbin

I tentatively asked, "How about we try dating first? Once we're sure we're a good fit for each other, we can think about marriage."

What if it didn't work out? Would we part ways, then?

I had always felt that Zane would make a great partner, and I also wanted to experience what it would be like to have a normal boyfriend.

Zane couldn't stop smiling as he replied, "Sure."

In fact, he regretted how he phrased his request. Had he known, he would have given a more definite timeline. That way, he would have known exactly when I would become his wife.

I watched him smile happily and then looked away. Only recently did I realize that telling him it was a fake relationship wasn't much different from being in a real one.

We held hands, hugged and kissed. We had done everything couples do.

At this point, worrying about whether it was real or fake seemed meaningless. That was why I chose to agree and be with him now.

Zane still couldn't quite believe it. "So, are we really a couple now?"

I didn't deny it. "Hmm."

Zane tentatively asked, "So, can I exercise my boyfriend's privileges?"

I laughed and said, "Of course."

Zane gently cupped my face in his large hands. His eyes seemed to hold only me in them. "Your face is so small."

At that moment, he looked incredibly affectionate.

I smiled and replied, "Really?"

As soon as my words fell, Zane kissed me. It was a fleeting touch, just a light brush of his lips before pulling away.

Then he kissed my cheek, my forehead. Finally, he hugged me, reluctant to let go.

It was incredibly sweet.

When I had spent time with him before, experiencing his care and attention, I knew he would make a very considerate husband.

I casually said, "I really didn't expect you to be like this when you're in love."

Zane was eager to know my response. "Oh?"

I gently stroked his cheek. "You're not cold and distant but rather very clingy."

Zane buried his face in my shoulder. "Do you not like it?"

"Not at all," I said, feeling surprisingly happy. His affection made me feel needed. "But aren't you very busy with work? Go ahead and work first."