Chapter 3

Yep, he and “I” had always slept in separate beds.

Of course, Chloe didn’t actually want to sleep with him either.

Because Chloe had someone she liked in her own world.

She could fake it for the show, but she couldn't let it become real.

Chloe glared at his retreating back, growing even more irritable. “Ugh, this CEO is so cheap! What the hell?”

“It’s just a coffee machine! Is it that big of a deal?!”

“…”

If you asked me, yes, it was a very big deal.

After all, that coffee machine was worth tens of thousands of dollars.

CEOs in novels might throw money around without a second thought.

But a real CEO? They wouldn't waste anything casually.

They could abandon or exchange things, but they would never waste.

Because they knew that only by developing cautious habits could they make relatively precise and decisive choices.

At least, that’s what my successful businessman father taught me.

And as the rich socialite Chloe called me, I was the same.

Whatever I decided to learn, I would learn it seriously, giving it my all.

For example, making latte art was something I excelled at because I had a strong foundation in art from a young age.

So, I could directly free-pour latte art onto finished coffee, doing it in one smooth motion.

But Chloe clearly had no artistic talent or interest, nor did she put any effort into it, so she naturally only produced failed “impressionist” works.

Chloe glumly chugged the coffee, then washed herself clean, and finally holed up in the room, sighing dramatically to me, eventually tossing and turning all night.

The next day, she forced herself to perk up and rushed to Alex’s company.

Because today was the day Lily, the sweet, naive female lead, was supposed to officially catch the CEO’s eye.

Lily, a freshly graduated intern, would naturally fall head over heels for the successful, tall, and handsome CEO Alex at first sight.

Her character was clumsy, kind to stray animals, yet also brave enough to love.

Even knowing that CEO Alex was already married, she didn't hide her feelings.

So what if he was married?

Who could control their heart?

Besides… they were just in a marriage of convenience anyway!

Lily not only didn't proactively distance herself from Alex, but she also wouldn't do something decisive like immediately quitting her job.

As she put it, she was just young and fearless, not wanting to regret it when she got old, so she chose to follow her heart.

Chloe, following the script provided by the system, called Alex’s driver and secretary and learned of this "affair."

In a fit of rage, she dressed herself in an undeniably opulent manner, then stormed into Alex's office, clutching the homemade lunch our housekeeper had lovingly prepared.

Lily, in a fresh and bright white dress, had a hint of pure, unadulterated naivety lingering in her eyes.

She was holding a stack of files, leaning to look at Alex’s computer.

However, as Alex patiently explained something, he suddenly looked up at her, and she flinched.

Naturally, the files tilted.

In a panic, she quickly tried to grab them, but accidentally… stumbled and landed right on his lap.

Lily’s face flushed crimson, but for some reason, she couldn’t seem to stand up.

From an outsider’s perspective, she was squirming around on him, making the whole scene look incredibly… suggestive.

Alex’s forehead veins pulsed, and he gripped her shoulders tightly, his gaze fixed on “me” with a strangely… panicked look?

Was he not trying to hold her, but rather push her away, because he was afraid “I” would misunderstand?

No, no, how could that be?

This was his destined female lead; how could he possibly push her away?

I thought with a bitter smile.