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I'm certain the confidence he was showing despite his first time eating me comes from his practice with a lot of Scarletts.

That's the only explanation I can come up with, because right after he said those things, his phone rang and a minute later two men with one of them wearing a chef outfit step into our place.

Two hours and five courses later, they leave our place as we remain seated at the dining table, finishing our drink.

"Since when don't you like red wine?" He asks while I drink my plain water.

He must be taking me as the real Scarlett, who actually drinks red wine that's paired with her food. I have to say I'm fascinated by how good he is at this whole pretence. Did he even remember what happened this morning? When he married me the Islamic way? So this morning is the only time we're Alya and Mr Gunn?

"I don't feel like drinking tonight," my answer to his questions whenever I'm not ordering alcoholic drinks.

To be honest, I'm too overwhelmed tonight with what happened