Marrying the Hired Suitor

After my engagement to Simon Page, he secretly planned a trip abroad with Yara Watson, the woman he had loved for years.

The day before their departure, he was chatting with his friends and Yara in the lounge of a golf club.

"Simon, you just got engaged, and you're already taking Yara on a trip. Aren't you afraid Rosalyn will find out?"

Simon scoffed. "I hired a guy to pose as her suitor. He’ll keep her so occupied that she won’t have time to bother me.

"If something really happens between them, even better. I can use it as an excuse to officially end the engagement and be with Yara openly."

Standing outside the door, I trembled as his words sank in.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the handsome man behind me, his expression filled with guilt. "Then let’s grant him his wish and get married."

But just as I was preparing for the wedding, Simon suddenly knelt before me in agony.

"Rosalyn, I was wrong. Please, don’t marry him!"

I looked at the message from the wedding company, hesitating over whether I should really change my groom.

Just then, Simon Page returned, dragging his suitcase behind him.

As soon as he opened the door, he stood in the living room and shouted impatiently, "I'm starving! Rosalyn, get out here and make me something to eat!"

His voice was especially grating.

I frowned, quickly turned off my phone, and hurried to the kitchen to cook him a plate of pasta.

But when I placed the plate in front of him, he didn’t touch it.

Instead, his gaze lingered on my face, scrutinizing me.

"Did you meet anyone new while I was away?"

My heart clenched at his words, and I immediately recalled what he said in the private room at the bar.

A tightness formed in my heart, making it hard to breathe.

I knew exactly who he was referring to—Hector Ford, the man he hired to pretend to pursue me.

The same man who might soon become my groom.

Hiding my emotions, I met his gaze directly and said, "No."

A flicker of doubt flashed through Simon’s eyes.

He studied me for a moment before muttering under his breath, "Did that guy take the money and not do the job?"

"Hmm? What did you say?"

Simon quickly changed the subject in a panic. "Nothing. This is really good."

He finished the pasta in a hurry, wiped his mouth, and then casually ordered, "Make some seafood bisque. I’ll take it with me for later tonight."

When I remained seated and didn’t move, he frowned, opened his suitcase, and tossed a small blue velvet jewelry box onto the table in front of me.

"Here, I got you a gift while I was away. This thing is expensive, so don’t lose it. Now you can go make the seafood bisque, right?"

I opened the box and saw a pair of delicate diamond stud earrings, no bigger than a