“I can’t pick women,” says cynically billionaire Alexei Makarov. And I remember yesterday’s scandal with his model fiancée.
“Pick for yourself,” Makarov unexpectedly adds. “I need a new bride on short notice.”
“Me?” I can barely breathe from surprise.
“Why me?”
“You’re a psychologist—you should see people through. And you make an impression of a girl whose life is all neatly organized on the shelves. Pick someone like that.
I need a boring wife so a business trip goes smoothly without incidents.”
“Boring?” He just called me boring?!