Chapter 802 The Beauty Trap
I raised an eyebrow. Jack?
“What do you know?”
“If you come out, I’ll tell you,” he replied.
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I didn’t expect Connor to use that as bait to lure me out. But considering Caden was still locked in a business war with Jack, I thought it over and agreed.
I threw on my coat and headed straight to the place Connor had picked.
As soon as I stepped into the restaurant, I saw Connor holding a bouquet of flowers, dressed in a suit with enough hair gel to blind a mirror. He looked so greasy that I regretted coming the second I walked in.
Connor’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. He plastered on a ridiculous grin and looked me up and down. “That’s it? Did you dress this casually to see me? A plain white blouse and a suit skirt?”
In my mind, I scoffed. Do you really think I’d dress up to see you?
“You said you had something to tell me,” I said, glancing around at the weird setup, flower petals scattered on the ground, a live band, and even flower girls. “Why are there so many people here?”
Connor rubbed his temples like I was the one being difficult. “You’re really something, you know that?”
Then he suddenly softened, like he was switching to romantic mode. Holding the bouquet up high, he slowly walked toward me.
“Huh?” I frowned, confused by whatever drama he was trying to stage.
“Ms. Sinclair,” he said with exaggerated sincerity, “from the moment I first laid eyes on you, I’ve been utterly captivated.”
I instinctively took a step back. That line alone nearly triggered my fight–or–flight reflex, and I was leaning toward flight.
“I thought we were enemies,” he continued, “but after seeing you again, I realized what true love feels like.” I sneered internally. Where the hell did he rip off that cheesy line from?
“I kept asking you out, but you turned me down every time. I get it now. You like me. This is all part of your hard–to–get strategy.”
He got more and more into it, eyes full of fake passion. “But that won’t stop me from loving you, Rosaline. Not seeing you drives me insane, but seeing you. I’m completely at a loss.”
Looking at his hair soaked in gel and that forced expression on his face, I felt like throwing up.
Then, of course, he got down on one knee and held up the flowers in one hand and a diamond ring in the other. “Ms. Sinclair, I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you. Will you marry me?”
The live band started playing. The hired flower girls clapped and chanted, “Say yes! Say yes!” while throwing petals at us.
I stood there, frozen.
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His shamelessness knew no bounds.
I immediately waved him off without hesitation. “No. I refuse.”
The fake smile on Connor’s face collapsed instantly.
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He tossed the bouquet at a nearby flower girl and snapped, “You heartless woman! After all those touching things I just said, you weren’t even moved?”
“Why would I be moved?” I said bluntly, already turning to leave. I didn’t even look back.
But I knew Connor wasn’t the kind of person who’d go through all this just for a proposal.
Sure enough, right after I left, a heavily edited video of the proposal went viral online. In the video, my motion of waving him off was deliberately altered to look like I was nodding. They even slowed down his corny speech and layered emotional music over it.
To someone unaware of the truth, it may have looked romantic.
As expected, I was once again dragged into the trending topics.
And to make things even more absurd, the public wasn’t even mad at Connor. Instead, people flocked to my Twitter, cursing me out for ‘cheating‘ and calling me a ‘serial bride.
I was speechless.
The video was so well–edited that it should have won an Oscar for ‘Best Visual Effects.
Everyone knew I was already married to Caden, and now the internet was flooded with gossip about me being ‘unfaithful‘ or ‘remarrying.‘
Connor really was despicable. He staged this entire spectacle to ruin my reputation.
No wonder he used Jack as bait. It must be because Jack’s company was on the brink of collapse, and Connor wanted to use me as a distraction to throw Caden off his game.
And then, right in the middle of all this chaos, I got a phone call.
It was from an unknown number. I was already frustrated by the online rumors and didn’t feel like answering, so I ignored them.
But the phone rang again a few moments later.
I frowned and picked it up, annoyed. “Who is this?”
“Go to Monarch Hotel. Right now. If you don’t hurry, it’ll be too late.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “Why should I go there?”
“If you don’t,” the raspy voice said, /Caden will end up just like you.”
Just like me? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Who are you? How do you know this?” I demanded.
“You don’t need to know,” the voice said flatly. “Room 0613. Hurry.”
