"It’s okay," Grace’s soft voice stopped Haines, making him look back at her. "You’re a guest, so you don’t have to take your plate to the sink."
"I don’t think that’s proper, considering my mischievous niece has already bothered you enough."
Her lips stretched into a smile. "It’s a treat, not a bother at all."
"Grace, please stop this madness." This time, Haines spoke kindly. "Tell me—what can I do to put an end to this?"
"Stop... what?" A flicker of confusion glistened in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side.
"You know what."
"Well, if you’re talking about my interest in you, then... nothing." Her smile widened. "Even if you beg, I’m afraid I have to decline your request to stop pursuing you."
"Men should pursue women, not the other way around."
"But I don’t want to stay single for life just because the man I want refuses to pursue me."
Haines drew a deep breath, resting his arms on the edge of the table. His gaze locked onto hers, his voice low as he said, "You and I... will not work."
"And how are you so certain?" she asked playfully. "Do you see the future?"
"No."
"Then stop trying to make me dislike you, because the more you do, the cuter I find you."
Grace chuckled, leaning on the table, her eyelashes fluttering as she scanned his face. The corner of her mouth lifted in a satisfied smile.
"One month." She raised a finger. "If, in one month, you still don’t feel anything for me, then I’ll stop."
"One month?"
She nodded. "Yes, one month. I sent you invitations, didn’t I? Once I reach sixty and you still feel nothing, I’ll stop—just as you ask. You won’t hear from me again... or at least, only when absolutely necessary."
Silence fell as Haines reconsidered her offer. Time moved so fast—take his nieces and nephews, for instance. Not long ago, they were just kids, and now they were adults. A month wasn’t that long.
"If I agree to this, what exactly are you expecting from me in this one month?" he asked, curious.
"Hmm." Grace sucked her inner cheek as she thought. "You’ll attend my birthdays."
"That’s all?"
"Message me good morning, good afternoon, and good night."
"And?"
"Call me when you miss me?"
"That sounds like being lovers."
Grace grinned. "Exactly." She nodded, leaning closer as she drawled, "We’ll be lovers for a month. The bonus? You can kiss me... or something more."
She winked.
Haines opened his mouth, then closed it again. "Never mind. I can’t do that. I’m too old to play the role of your lover."
"Then how about the role of my husband? I’ll scratch your back, cook you meals, and stay pretty 24/7."
"I want kids," he said, recalling that she didn’t wish to have any. "That’s a dealbreaker for me."
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"Penny wasn’t the only one who delivered you here. Her brother was with her, and the way he held your wrist while she held your ankle to transfer you from a shopping cart to my bed... well, he didn’t look like he was doing it under pressure."
Her brows wiggled playfully as she smirked. "As the eldest, he should be scolded for enabling his sister’s madness. He’s in on it."
Haines’s jaw tightened. He had assumed Hugo was Penny’s accomplice. Apparently, he was wrong.
"Atlas."
"Yes, him." Grace nodded. "Oh, and I already asked Penny to send you some clothes and your car keys, so you don’t have to go home before heading to the office. Let me know if you need help tying your tie—I’ll be on standby."
Haines opened his mouth but shut it again. Without another word, he walked back and finally noticed the paper bag in the living area. He hadn’t seen it earlier. Picking it up, he found his clothes and other necessities inside.
"I’m not going to bother her further," he muttered, about to take his things and leave.
Going home for a quick shower shouldn’t be a problem.
But just as he stepped into the bedroom to retrieve his phone, last night’s clothes, and his shoes, his phone buzzed.
"Haines! You have to get here, quick! Mr. Blake said he’s dropping by the office in less than two hours!" Charles’s hurried voice came through the line.
Haines blinked, checking the time and calculating his travel.
He wouldn’t make it.
Unless...
His eyes drifted to the other door in the room, which he was certain led to the bathroom. Another deep exhale escaped him as he winced.
"If this is life’s way of making fun of me, then it is very cruel."
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