Mr. Dev (CEO of Seoul)
Be married

"Marry me." the words that came out of Dev's mouth just made Agya lift her head along with her two widened eyeballs.

"Me-married?"

"Yes married, you want your debt paid off, don't you? So you have to marry me." said Dev pulling one corner of his lips into a barely visible smile.

"I-I can't." again Agya lowered her head staring at her two folded knees. His hands seemed to tremble and clatter, not expecting Mr.Dev to ask for such a heavy thing.

Hearing Agya's refusal to make Dev's eyebrows sharp, the man immediately frowned from his seat. "Maybe he rejects me a second time." Inner Dev.

"Well if you don't want to. You only have 2 options now, marry me or go to jail?" Dev stepped closer to Agya who had just stood up, putting both of his hands in his pants pocket. Highlight his eyes stared intently at Agya's face that was still down.

"I'm giving you a chance to rethink my offer. Think about it in 3 seconds from now." he said.

"3." Start counting down

"2, looks like you really want to be in jail." Dev spoke again when Agya did not show any reaction.

"Sa-."

"I want to." said Agya firmly while raising his head, staring at the face of Mr.Dev who was only 30 centimeters away from him. "I-I want to" he said again. No matter the sudden and thoughtless decision. Choosing to marry Mr.Dev instead of serving in prison, at least his father would not be okay because he was not really in prison.

"Haha." As Mr.Dev's laughter broke the silence in the restaurant, the laughter sounded jarring and frightening to Agya.

"It turns out you're the same as any other woman out there. I thought you'd be persistent and still defend your decision by refusing to marry me, but it turns out that you accepted my offer. Hahah, it's so funny you're this." Dev stepped forward until his position with Agya looked so intimate. As for Agya, his body had already hit the wall and was unable to avoid Dev anymore.

"Did you accept my offer because I'm a handsome-faced CEO?" the whisper was right in Agya's ear, until her breath swept across the woman's facial skin.

"N-no." Agya replied with trembling lips, her eyes closed as a flash of memory of their kiss at the hotel returned to her memory.

Dev snorted inwardly, his hands clenching strongly upon hearing Agya's words just now. Agya became the first woman who did not recognize the good looks and greatness of Mr.Dev to make the man really feel very upset.

"Secretary Kim, come here." Dev pressed his earphone back, calling his secretary to immediately enter the restaurant.

"Prepare all our wedding needs, 3 more days we will get married." Looking towards the secretary Kim who had just come to him.

"Sir." Secretary Kim was immediately stunned, it turned out that the young master was earnest with his words last night, he really wanted to marry Agya just because the woman did not acknowledge good looks and rejected him so many times. Marrying him out of curiosity and wanting to avenge him.

"Th-three days?" Agya spoke with her eyes breaking. It was true that the man before him was currently insane, deciding on such a big thing in just a matter of seconds.

"Prepare, the next 3 days we will meet and get married. Don't you dare betray me or run away from me, if you do all that, I won't hesitate to destroy your life even your family's life" he said with emphasis.

Agya nodded, her lips instantly clenched tightly, Mr.Dev's threat was truly terrifying.

"Give me the phone." said Mr.Dev to secretary Kim, before he put his sunglasses back on, and walked away from there.

Secretary Kim cleared his throat, he reached into his pants pocket, took Agya's phone located in his pocket.

"Prepare Miss Agya. Mr.Dev never played around with his words." Proposing Agya's phone.

"Lord Kim. W-what three days isn't too fast? How can I suddenly tell my family if I'm getting married in the next three days? They will definitely be very surprised." said Agya staring at Secretary Kim who was standing not far from him.

Agya grabs her phone from the hands of secretary Kim. Then put it into his bag, want to ask questions again related to his bag that contains ktp, atm, and, and another important card that was lost together with his cell phone but secretary Kim had already passed away from there without leaving any more words, except to leave a few pieces of money on the table.

"Huh." Agya took a deep breath and exhaled violently, wiped the remains of her tears and left the restaurant, not taking the money left behind by secretary Kim. In fact, he needed the money to rent a taxi home.

Agya felt her body was so limp, her legs seemed heavy to step on, even her mind was very chaotic. How could he have decided on the marriage without thinking? How does he explain to his family that he is getting married in a few days? Surely his parents would be very surprised to hear, he did not have a lover but suddenly decided to get married.

Married by force, married only to redeem his debt. Married a man she did not love and so much she hated.

"Gyaa." the voice of someone coming from across the street distracted Agya, the woman narrowed her eyes at a man who was waving his hands at her.

"Da-Darrel." he muttered, after confirming the man who was stepping towards him was Darrel.

"Gyaa, what are you doing here? Why are you walking?"

"Ehm, no. I-I just want to walk." Agya put on a warm smile on her lips.

"really? Do you want to go back to your apartment? Why is your arm hurt like this?"

"Eh, it's-it's okay. Just a small wound." Keep his body out of Darrel's reach.

"But lukami could be infected, come with me. I'll take you to the pharmacy."

"Eh, no need Darrel. I don't want to trouble you." Turn it down gently.

"Gyaa, come. Let me do all this as a sign of my apology." Darrel made her face clear, hoping that Agya would accept her offer.

Feeling unbearable with Darrel's request, Agya finally accepted the man's invitation.

"Thank you Gyaa. Let's get out of here." Want to hold Agya's hand but the woman immediately distanced her hands and body.

"Ah okay. Come on." said Darrel again smiling wryly, feeling Agya start to keep her distance again.

Without them noticing, there was a pair of eyes that had been staring at them with an annoyed look, a pair of eyes belonging to a beautiful girl who was sitting in a yellow sedan car.

"Woman Jalan* was really not feeling stale, she kept flirting and approached Darrel. What else do I have to do to keep that woman away from Darrel?" cetusus, wearing sunglasses and then drive forward his car, following Darrel's car in front of him.

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