I’m Dedicated To You

“Marry me,” the handsome stranger says and those two words send my brain into shock and I can’t help but look at him dumbly for a second

“Mister you are really funny, how did you know I am bored and I need to let off some steam,” I say, letting out a dry laugh after I found my voice again.

“I am not joking,” he says seriously and his aura changes and that got me confused.

I actually might be hearing things because a stranger can’t propose marriage to me.

It’s so uncalled for, I might be hallucinating. Yes, that’s it hallucination, it might be the after-effects of the accident since I hurt my head, so maybe that’s why I am hallucinating that this handsome stranger is proposing marriage to me.

I should catch some sleep and get my head back on track before I embarrass myself, I thought, smiling to myself and closing my eyes.

“Shouldn’t you give a response to what I say?” the handsome man that I haven’t yet gotten his name says.

I opened my eyes slowly to look at him staring at me and that’s the confirmation I need to know that I am not hallucinating that d he asked me to marry him.

I stared at him for some seconds trying to get my head around what was going on. My career is in jeopardy because of a scandal that I am framed for and the whole country is still cursing me over that I also got into an accident that got my head bandaged and now a strange man I don’t know from anywhere is asking me for marriage I think I must be unlucky, I thought to myself sighing heavily.

“Why are you asking me to marry you?”I asked seriously.

“Because that’s the only way you can compensate me for all that you have put me through,” he says, returning to the couch crossing his legs, and staring at me.

“What did I put you through?”I asked with a questioning look. “The last time I checked I am the one on this bed and your car is the one that hits me so what exactly have I put you through?” I asked not believing his gut to shamelessly say that.

“But you say you wish to compensate me,” he says, cornering me and that got me dumbfounded. Oh me and my trashy mouth I thought facepalming myself.

“But I thought you would ask for money, isn’t that what a normal person would have asked, “I say looking at him.

“Then did you have enough money to compensate me,” he asked me with a mocking smile that makes him look damn sexy but wait did he just mock me that I didn’t have money my career might be in jeopardy but I have some cash to myself.

“How much is your price after I pay you? I don’t want you to hang around me again,” I said feeling proud of myself.

“10 million dollars,” he said smugly and I stared at him with my mouth wide open.

Did he just say 10 million dollars? I asked myself and I think that’s what he said so, he wants me to compensate him with 10 million dollars where will I get that huge amount of money from I asked no one in particular even if I am still working I can’t give 10 million dollars out talkless of when I am about to go broke because of that scandal.

I went silent for some time trying to think of a possible comeback for this direct humiliation but I can’t seem to find any I immediately remember one of Ollie’s saying that if you can’t afford a problem then avoid it and I think that’s the possible solution out of it because I can’t humiliate myself by saying bluntly that I didn’t have the money but I don’t have the money but I can avoid saying it.

“Can I please get some food? I am so hungry” I say, holding my stomach and looking at him pitifully. “I haven’t taken anything ever since I woke up don’t you think I need to eat” I added trying to make my claim possible but while saying it my stomach makes a sound and that got me so embarrassed but I think it played the trick because he picked up his phone after hearing the sound.

The room fell into silence after he finished making the call and I can’t help but be grateful for the silence this time. I promised myself never to start a conversation with a stranger because it might not end well. After some minutes the door to the VVIP room opened and a trolley containing different types of dishes was pushed in.

I can’t help but salivate when I saw different types of dishes and the ways they looked so delicious. OMG, I am definitely in heaven. I have much love for food, and seeing different delicacies makes me so excited when I glance at the handsome stranger. He looks pleased to see me so happy but I decided to brush it off because that man is so strange and his expression is always complicated.

The lady that brought the food in started serving me but I saw that she is making different sexy and flirting poses so the handsome man can be noticed that but it was none of my business as I was about to dig into the food one of the doctors walked to check on my health and he saw the feast that I was about to eat and he says, for n now should take something light like porridge so my wound can heal faster that’s how the handsome stranger told the lady to wheeled the foods back out and bring me porridge I felt like crying.

“Don’t worry after you recover I am going to make you a lot of delicious meals?” he says in a soothing sexy voice.

“No it’s fine I can always treat myself to a meal after I recover,” I say, trying to let the message get to him that we don’t need to meet again after this.

“Don’t you think you should at least compensate me if we are not going to meet again?” he said looking at me and that made me angry.

“Mister I am thankful for your help all this while I mean it but I can’t compensate you right now because I don’t have the means I promised you I owe you one next time we meet, “I say with a frustrated voice can he stop asking for compensation because I don’t have anything to give him.

“If you don’t have the money then you can marry me,” he says and that drives me to realize that this man must be a psychopath or a sociopath. As an actress, I have acted in so many roles and a psychiatrist is one of them so I understand people like him.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please don’t be like that,” I say with a worried look. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I think that’s my cue to continue.

“I know it’s hard but please don’t go around asking people to marry you,” I say looking at him pitifully. He is in that kind of condition with such a handsome face, what a waste I thought.

“What did you mean,” he asked with a complicated expression and I think that’s when my psychology knowledge comes in.

“I know you are going through a lot and you are sad about it but you can’t go around forcing people to marry you, it’s not ideal,” I say. I know a lot of psychopaths that go around kidnapping people to be their brides but I don’t want to end up like that so, I have to put it to him I’m a simple term so he can spare me.

“Are you saying I am mentally not fit?” he asked, laughing out loud and that creeped me out. Why is he laughing? Is he angry? Did my question make him mad? I kept asking myself so many questions.

“I have been mistaken for so many things but no one has ever mistaken me to be a psychopath, you are really funny Miss Grey,” he says with an amusing smile.

“Then why don’t you tell me who you are, so I will be clear with my assumptions,” I say.

“That’s fine since Miss Grey is not that social then I should take it upon myself to introduce myself,” he says arrogantly and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“My name is Bradley Hale of Hale group,” he says and I looked at him confused because that name sounds familiar, and then it clicks BRADLEY HALE…