Episode 12

Igor at that moment remembered some details of his dream, Enrico was the head of the Moretti family, a man with great prestige and renown, his businesses expanded to several business networks, which naturally caught Jone's attention, who tried in various ways to get close to Enrico, but each time he was rejected.

Since in Igor's dream they were in a book, thinking about that was kind of surreal, Jone was the protagonist, automatically anyone who wasn't his ally was his enemy and Enrico also ended up occupying that position, having an unpleasant ending like his.

In his dream, Enrico was framed and sent to jail, his legs became completely atrophied, having a cruel destiny inside, and thinking about that, if his life really was a book, who in their right mind would write such a shitty plot? He ended up unconsciously looking at Enrico's legs.

Enrico's expression hardened when he noticed that gaze, he didn't like people looking at them.

"Have you had enough?" his voice was a little harsh.

Nathaniel nervously looked at the security guard sitting next to him, looked once again in the rearview mirror, noticing Enrico's expression. His boss's legs were like a wound in his heart, no one should stare or ask questions, someone had already done something similar and the result was not good at all.

From the start, Igor didn't act like most people in front of the terrible Mr. Moretti, he realized that Enrico had misunderstood his look, perhaps if it were someone else, they would have panicked and explained, but he did differently, he continued with that same question.

"Were you born like this? Or was it due to some injury? Can it be cured?"

Maybe it was due to Igor's personality, but those questions were asked with a welcoming smile on his face, which ended up warming the hearts of those who heard them, nevertheless, Enrico looked at him with a certain perplexity.

"What does that have to do with you?" his voice carried a noticeable coldness.

"It has everything to do with me. If we negotiate the fake marriage, I need to know the boss's physical condition, otherwise it would be easy for people to suspect, in case they ask me questions," he put forth his point of view, in a very relaxed manner.

"No one dares to ask questions," his tone was gentler, but he avoided the question, also making that inconvenience clear.

"All right, I won't ask if you don't want to say."

Igor didn't insist on that subject, looked at the man's figure once again beside him, and his favoritism grew in his heart once again, but he still couldn't help but say what he wanted.

"Even sitting, you overshadowed several other people. If you could stand up again, I'm sure no one would compare to you, but if you can't be cured, it's not a problem. I've thought a bit about the true partner of Mr. Moretti in the future."

Despite having flattered him with so many compliments, Igor's mind still remained provocative, he smiled mischievously and leaned a bit closer to Enrico, even though the other had closed his expression a bit.

"I heard that during sex it can be a bit tiring."

Nathaniel heard those provocative words from Igor, with that even the atmosphere in the car seemed to have changed, he became so nervous that his foot pressed a bit harder on the accelerator. Enrico ignored his assistant's speed, the look he had towards Igor at that moment was a bit frightening.

"Mr. Rossi, you..."

"I'm used to being straightforward, Mr. Moretti, so I ask that you have a bit more patience with me in the future."

Igor interrupted, not disguising the pleasure he had in flirting and getting what he wanted, and Enrico, however, noticed a keyword in that sentence, wanting to be sure.

"In the future?"

The eyes of the two had met again, each immersed in their own thoughts.

"Don't you want me to pretend to be your partner?" Igor's smile still remained the same, only, deep in his eyes, there was a trace of tranquility after his judgment.

"I accept." he replied, trying to decipher the other's expression.

Enrico said nothing in response to Igor's declaration, he simply averted his gaze, as if he didn't want the other party to decipher anything from his eyes. Igor didn't ask anything else, he simply leaned back in his seat and remained quiet for the rest of the journey.

About five minutes later, they arrived at the Moretti family mansion. Igor observed the property for a moment, the lawn and the embossed fountain on the side of the property, and raised the corner of his lips, making an observation.

"It's truly the style of the rich, Mr. Moretti."

"The property has been in the family for several generations, many things have been modified due to constructions over the years. The property is large, the housekeeper will show you around later." his voice was already calm and pleasant at this point.

"Mr. Moretti, you didn't ask anything when I said I accepted the proposal. Aren't you curious to know why I accepted so quickly what you offered?" he probed in a very blatant way, "And what if I were to fall in love with the enormous fortune of the Moretti family and try to obtain a part of that wealth through our fake marriage?"

Igor posed the question and observed what Enrico's response would be. It wasn't easy to decipher that mysterious man, his actions, his words, and even his gaze could be interpreted in different ways. It would be a challenge, but he was willing to change the storyline of his life and maybe even that of his future husband.