Acting Dead

"You like it, minimalist, right?"

Chris held a black and white throw pillow, both had some geometric patterns on them. "We can stick with black, white, and gray and just play with the textures and patterns. We can tie it all up with a huge gray rug with geometric patterns. What do you think?"

Sera blinked, and for a few seconds, she thought she heard the wrong thing. How did this man know about patterns and interior design? Alright, maybe she was a little prejudiced.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked. "You don't like it? We can choose a different theme if you want to."

"Umm… No. This is fine. That pattern is nice too." Earlier, they already chose a dark grey modern sofa and decided to put it against a feature wall.

"Good. Now, let's go to the kitchen and bathroom."

"This is too much. You are buying a lot of things. Don't you think it's a bit… extravagant? Plus the house… isn't a mansion, right?"

"No. Not a mansion."

"Good."

"But I want to make it as comfortable as possible. Don't worry, they will finish arranging everything by tonight. Then, we can move tomorrow."

"That quick?"

"Everything is quick if you have the money."

She pursed her lips and nodded. He was right. As long as you have the money, then people would work day and night for you. That's just how the world works. "Then just chose everything else. As long as it matches the theme." When Sera thought about shopping, she thought of buying the plates and cups, not buying some enormous sofa and entire store of light fixtures.

Obviously, she was aware that she was a very boring person. She doesn't like too much hassle. And her tastes in interior design is not as good as his. All she wanted was simple stuff. A sofa she could sit, a tv to watch news and some utensils for her noodles.

His idea was the exact opposite of hers.

She tried to object to this crazy idea, but he insisted that the lights would make the interior of the house look good. Obviously, he offered to pay again. Though this time, she handed him her credit card. She might not be rich, but this will be her house.

Why would he let this man pay for something in her house? It's not like they are married or something.

In the end, Chris accepted the card and called her stubborn.

"You sure? Don't tell me you are already tired from walking?"

She lifted her head and stared at him without saying anything. She had read about men and women shopping and knew that most men don't like it. They would follow their wives and lovers or friends, then sit down and let the women chose.

Well… this is the other way around. Who would have thought that this billionaire would be so energetic in shopping for furniture? She had read novels and watch CEO dramas about men giving their black cards to their women, letting them shop until they drop dead. They would let their women chose everything and renovate the house according to their tastes.

But the current situation is far from that.

Alright, in the first place they aren't lovers or anything, so their situation is a bit different. Second, why was she thinking about CEO Drama? She eyed him and smiled. "My feet are a bit uncomfortable."

"You want me to carry you?"

She deadpanned. "We are in a mall."

"I can't carry you inside the mall?"

"You were supposed to ask me if I want to sit somewhere!" she calmed herself.

"Oh. Then let me find you a chair." He said and looked at the attendant that had been assisting them with everything. "Find a chair — something she could — ah — I want a wheelchair."

"…" She wasn't sick! However, before she could say anything else, he already added.

"Pregnant."

Sera and the attendant widened their eyes, but the attendant was quick to react. After giving them some words of congratulations, he immediately went and got some wheelchair for Sera.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't choose the furniture on my own," he answered while looking at the plates. "It's going to happen soon, anyway. I was just being excited about it. Being advance is not really bad, right?"

"…" Was he serious?

He looked at her. "You're not excited?"

She clenched her fist. "If I punch you… are you going to sue me?"

"Yes."

"…"

"My face is a bit expensive. But you can punch somewhere else. I won't sue."

Breath in.

Breath out.

If she won't keep her calm, she would definitely die from hypertension or something. This man was really good with words, she hated it.

"This is porcelain. What do you think?" he calmly asked her.

"Good."

"It's a set. Shall we buy everything?"

"I don't think my credit card could afford that."

"Oh," he nodded. "Then, let's use my card? I should talk to Mr. Lan about opening a joint account for us."

She didn't know what to say anymore. "I think you need some psychologist. Have yourself tested for some hallucinations."

He chuckled at that, then he eyed the attendant bringing a wheelchair. "Come… I will push it."

"…" Sera thought that she was a pretty scheming evil character. However, when it comes to this man, she was helpless. She could, of course, leave him, but she knew that he won't stop bothering her.

Should she just approach a lawyer for a restraining order?

But then she thought about the reason why they were here. He was trying to help her find out the truth that she doesn't really need. She sighed inwardly as she sat on the chair. "Let's go."

"Yes, your majesty."

"…" Was he still teasing her? Or he was just weird? The fact that he was acting as If they were really close was bugging her. She felt he was really being creepy. Isn't it weird for a billionaire acting like this to a woman he just met?

"Alright, I want this set and that, too. Also, include those throw pillows and the duvet. Ah, yes… she likes black and white stuff. So five whites and five blacks."

She heard him say. Sera decided to just act like she is deaf. Actually, she doesn't require all this expensive stuff in her room. A bed with pillows and a blanket is enough. But Chris insisted on making her as comfortable as possible.

"Yes, I want that. My wife needed absolute comfort, especially now that she is pregnant. Hm. Yes. The most comfortable. Alright… that one too. "

"…" Alright. She should just act dead.