You Are My Little Planet, Always There

Then, I followed Oscar to his office.

It was my first time in his office. It was a room all to himself.

A considerable bookshelf was filled with various medical books.

I randomly pulled out one.

"Human Anatomy and Physiology!"

I felt speechless.

I put the book back and turned to ask the man sitting at the desk, "When did you become the dean?"

His slender fingers paused on the keyboard as he looked up at me. He smirked, "This hospital is my dad's. Being the deputy dean of our own hospital isn't too much, is it?"

So it was his family's hospital!

I smiled obsequiously, "No, not too much at all."

Oscar stood up and leaned lazily against the desk. "Lauren, do you think I'm abnormal?"

I nervously swallowed, whispering, "No."

Although I did think he was a bit off, I couldn't admit it aloud.

Oscar scoffed at me, "Thanks for your concern, I'm perfectly normal."

I didn't reply to his words.

Oscar ruffled my hair. The gesture was hardly gentle. It was more like a rough tousle.

"It would help if you watched fewer of those pornographic movies and novels."

At that, I looked up defiantly and retorted, "I haven't been watching the movies!"

"Really?" Oscar said with a meaningful smile, "I remember you reading a comic back in high school..."

I remember that embarrassing episode from my high school days. My ears turned red, and I reached out to cover Oscar's mouth.

"Shut up, just shut up."

In high school, my best friend, Evelyn Walker, gave me a comic book and claimed it was a must-read.

I believed her.

But what she handed me was a sexually explicit comic.

It was my fault, really. I should've tossed it the moment my heart started racing after one glance, but curiosity got the better of me. I was right in the thick of it when our homeroom teacher, Sienna Swift, caught me.

Sienna took one look and furiously dragged me off to her office.

Then, Oscar stood up and addressed Sienna, "I'm sorry, Ms. Swift. That comic book is mine."

So there we were, both getting a scolding in the office.

Initially, my feelings towards him were just a flicker of attraction. But after that incident, I decided he was the man for me.

He stood up for me and went to the office. This act made me think he might like me. But it turned out he was just covering for his sister, Evelyn.

He explained, "That comic book was a gift from Eve to you. As her brother, I failed to properly supervise her, and for that, I should helped you out."

Later, I met him. We ended up in a sham marriage and signed a contract.

There was only one month left in our three-year marriage contract.

I need to find a way to make him fall for me in a month.

At night, I put on a sexy black nightgown and spritzed some perfume. I also let my hair down casually to look sexy.

I grabbed a couple of Coke from the fridge and handed one to him with a charming smile. "Care for a drink?"

"Thanks."

He didn't even look at me. He just took the drink and continued talking on the phone with Evelyn.

"Oscar, you have to beat him up for me."

"I can't win."

"You're such an embarrassment. You're older and still can't beat him!"

Then I watched as Evelyn disgustedly hung up on her brother.

I watched Oscar pull the tab off a can and take a sip of Coke.

Seizing the moment, I sat next to him and cooed, "My hands are sore. Help me open this!"

Oscar finally gave me a natural look, opened the can for me, and said, "So, you grabbed a drink you couldn't open so that I'd do it for you?"

What!

He was so stiff!

I continued in a timid voice, "Honey, I'm not that kind of person."

Oscar paused, shocked, "What did you call me?"

His reaction startled me.

It seemed like my coquettish voice disgusted him.

I dared not continue in that tone, anxiously reverting to normal. "Honey."

Oscar stared at me silently, then suddenly chuckled, "Forgot we're only sham married?"

I quickly explained, "Even though it's a sham marriage, the divorce will be real, so calling you 'honey' isn't too much, right?"

Oscar's expression remained indifferent. "It's fine."

"Oscar, actually we..."

Seeing he wasn't put off by my calling him honey. I tried to discuss a potential future together.

What I wanted to say was, "Actually, we could become a real couple."

But before I could speak, he cut me off.

Oscar glanced at me, "It's getting late. Let's go to sleep."

With that, he stood up and left.

I was left sitting alone on the couch.

Today's plan failed!