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    A week passed, and Rachel spent that time carefully considering the situation. Each day, she weighed her options, wrestling with her feelings and the reality of the decision. Finally, afterpleting her work report, she looked up at An, her expression thoughtful yet resolute.


    “An, I’ve had time to think it through, and I’m ready to ept this. I’m willing to embrace a fake marriage with you.”


    The moment the words left Rachel’s lips, An’s body visibly rxed. Though a surge of joy flooded through him, he kept his emotions in check, allowing only a faint smile to y at the corner of his mouth.


    “Everything will be as you wish,” An said quietly, his tone filled with understanding.


    “The wedding date, the ceremony, even the dress—it’s all in your hands.”


    Rachel shook her head, a soft smile ying on her lips.


    “There’s no need for extravagance. I’ve already imposed on your generosity—a simple gathering with close family and friends will suffice.”


    An’s fingers gently closed around hers, his touch warm and reassuring.


    “As you wish,” he conceded, his voice carrying quiet understanding.


    Rachel’s voice softened further.


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    “Thank you. And if you ever meet someone who truly captures your heart, just say the word—I won’t stand in your way.”


    She hesitated before adding,


    “I’ve been caught up with a demanding projecttely. How about we make the announcement in ten days once the project ispleted?”


    An nodded in agreement.


    “Perfect.”


    The following morning, Lizzie stirred groggily as her phone buzzed insistently. She squinted at the screen before pressing it to her ear.


    “Hello, An?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.


    “I need your assistance today.” An’s tone was brisk but warm. “I’m downstairs with breakfast—your favorite. Hurry up.”


    “What’s going on?” Lizzie asked, her curiosity piqued despite her grogginess.


    “It’s urgent. Pleasee downstairs now,” An insisted.


    “Alright, I’ming,” Lizzie responded, still half-asleep, before she hung up. She snuggled back into her nkets for another ten minutes before finally dragging herself out of bed.


    Lizzie ate her breakfast in the car as An drove her to a bridal atelier. When they arrived, she stepped out and gazed at the building before her, confusion flickering across her face. She blinked several times, rubbed her eyes, and then looked again, a mix of disbelief and surprise settling in.


    “Am I seeing this right? Isn’t this… a bridal atelier?”


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