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What made him change his mind? I wonder while watching Sir navigate the yacht to the middle of the sea. Being a billionaire allows him to do everything he wants. He can be a surgeon, a businessman, and an owner of an island when he wants. Sir can go paragliding and even steer his own yacht. And he can break his rules when he wants to.
Did he do the same to all the women he brought here? Did he allow them to pretend to be his lover instead of an escort? Or is it just me?
Sir parks the yacht in the calm water and walks down to join me in the dining area. He hands me a glass of pineapple juice before sitting behind me on the couch side of the table.
“I thought I get to choose what we should do after lunch?” I remind him.
He drinks from my glass and slides his other hand to mine. I challenge his fingers to a wrestling match, and he plays along. "This is what you want," he pulls me close and lets me lean on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and lays his chest on it. "To get to know me."
I stop wrestling his fingers and look at him. "Will you tell me who you are?"
“I will answer your questions except for who I am.”
I turn around to face him, raise an eyebrow, flash a playful smile, and ask, “Will you marry me?”
Sir immediately laughs like my question has no meaning. At least, I proved that it was a good joke. I laugh with him but choke when he replies, "What if I say yes and let you live as my wife?"
I turn pale at his question. For a moment, I panic about choosing between him and my dream. Strangely, I consider surrendering being a doctor to be with him. It's not because he's wealthy or he can bring me a Cinderella life. I only want to be with him – just like this day.
But I want to be a doctor, too. A surgeon like him. I can’t surrender a lifelong dream just like that because I am in love. Or I think I’m in love. What about the people I can help? The lives I can save. A person’s life – especially a doctor’s – isn’t just his alone.
Sir laughs and kisses me. Stupid. It’s a joke, but I look at it seriously. He probably laughs at my naivete now. He holds my cheeks to keep looking at me when I try to hide my face from him.
"You can't let go of your dream to be a doctor, huh?" He kisses me and puts my head on his chest again. "Why do you want to be one?"
I look at him for a while. Does he really want to know about me? I feel a sense of unfairness. He can learn more about me, but I can't ask who he is!
I accept his condition instead of arguing my point. It's not that bad after all. Maybe if he knows more about me, he'll think of me sometimes. It'll be nice to know that this week matters to Sir, even if it's a tiny bit.
"When I was in a foster home, a friend got sick," I start. "Our foster parents didn't care. They only used us to get state support. So, I told the other two kids with me that I'll be a doctor for them. And I'm keeping that promise."
“And one of them is Sky?”
“You’re jealous of a boy I knew twenty years ago?” I tease him.
“That’s it,” Sir suddenly flips me and puts me on his shoulder. I laugh while telling him to put me down. “You broke my rule. Now, I’m taking what’s mine.”
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