Table of Contents

+ Add to Library

Previous Next

Chapter 8 Wedding Rings?

  • Chapter 8: Wedding Rings?
  • "Sir, I have arranged an interview for tomorrow as you ordered," spoke Blaze’s executive assistant through the phone.
  • "Good job, Atlas," Blaze praised.
  • "Also, the wedding rings you asked for should be arriving soon," Atlas added.
  • "It would have been fine if you didn't order them," Blaze rolled his eyes. Wearing wedding rings—another burden he had to bear along with Diva.
  • "How could I not? You asked for them, sir. I could never disobey your orders," he objected.
  • Atlas Keller was the sort of person who was completely devoted to his boss and was extremely efficient in his work. He had a pretty good understanding of Blaze and his personality, so he could arrange whatever his boss needed before he was even asked for it. Even though he was an outgoing person, he kept his mouth shut whenever he was around Blaze. Yet, he felt Blaze still didn't trust him enough.
  • "Okay. Make sure to warn the paparazzi to not bombard me with questions," Blaze reminded.
  • "You don't have to mention it, sir. I have told them not to ask any useless questions and get straight to the point," replied Atlas.
  • "Good." Blaze hung up without saying goodbye.
  • Just as he released a sigh, there was a knock on the door. He opened the door, and Diva barged in with two small boxes in her hand.
  • "What is this?" she asked. For some reason, her cheeks were puffed. She was still sulking about the fact her husband was an introvert.
  • "Wedding rings?" Blaze guessed.
  • "Right. I can totally see that. But why?"
  • "For an interview," he answered.
  • "Why do we have to wear wedding rings for an interview?" Diva questioned, her eyes observing his room which was grey colored and looked very dull for her. But it was very organized and neat.
  • "To prove our marriage."
  • "For heaven's sake, can you elaborate?" Diva was irritated with his vague answers.
  • Blaze huffed. "We have to wear wedding rings to show the paparazzi that we are married," he elaborated.
  • "But you're supposed to ask me to wear it. How can I wear it on my own? It's like marrying myself," she mumbled.
  • "No one's got time for that." Blaze pushed her out of the room. "Just wear it for tomorrow."
  • "Take your own at least." Diva stuffed his wedding ring box in his hand, slightly offended by the thought of actually marrying herself.
  • Blaze frowned and closed the door after her.
  • "That girl is so talkative. It's unbelievable!" He put the box on top of the coffee table, planning to put it on in the morning.
  • Just then his phone started ringing. Blaze scowled at his brother's name flashing on the screen.
  • "I hate you," Blaze greeted monotonously.
  • "The feeling is mutual. But why?" Vyan asked.
  • "Because that girl who got married to me because of you is as annoying as hell. To top it off, she is an extrovert who doesn't know when to stop blabbering."
  • That was the most Blaze had ever complained. Vyan was amused that someone could get onto Blaze's nerves that badly.
  • "Well, I can give you my sympathy," Vyan jostled.
  • "I don't need your fake sympathy." Blaze rolled his eyes.
  • "But bro, you gotta keep an eye on her, so she doesn’t tell anyone my secrets," Vyan reminded him.
  • "Can I reveal your secrets myself?"
  • "You have my permission, but I know you won't because you're my introverted brother who would rather stay silent than say an extra word," Vyan responded cheekily.
  • "You’re such a pain!" Blaze huffed.
  • "You know, you don't have to handle everything like this." Blaze furrowed his brows in confusion. "You planned to get married eventually. Plus, you wanted a gorgeous bride, and you got that. You can just accept her as your wife. What's the problem?"
  • "Are you deaf? I said ‘she is an extrovert’. I cannot tolerate such people," Blaze retorted.
  • Vyan released a sigh. "That's your problem. I told you what I had in mind. Now it's up to you. Accept her, reject her, kill her, do whatever you please. It's none of my business."
  • "Hmph."
  • "But I think she isn't that bad. You can try—"
  • "No chance."
  • "Okay, I give up. I have work to do. Bye." Vyan cut the call.
  • Blaze plopped down on the couch in the corner of the room and made his resolve stronger. There's no way he was going to try and accept an extroverted wife, nor did he expect her to accept him as her introverted husband.
  • He was certain that such a relationship wouldn't last—no matter what. It was bound to break one day, so why even bother trying to form one?
  • ★★★
  • "I'm so excited. I’ve watched and edited a bunch of interviews for our magazine, but this is the first time that I'll be interviewed." Diva was fully pumped up for her interview with Blaze.
  • Blaze just rolled his eyes and kept his eyes fixed on his phone screen.
  • Both of them were sitting in the backseat of a limousine on their way to the interview location. While Diva couldn't wait to get there, Blaze wished for the destination to never arrive.
  • When they were close, noticing the paparazzi hovering around, Blaze told Diva, "Try to act like my wife in front of others."
  • "Are you asking for my help?" Diva asked, a teasing look on her face. Blaze’s eyebrow twitched. He was about to retort, but Diva spoke up with a kind smile, "Don't worry. I'll help you as best I can."
  • Blaze pursed his lips and turned his face away from hers, wondering if Diva wasn't as horrible as he thought. His good impression of her didn't last long when her next words were, "Open the door for me when you get out."
  • What am I, her bodyguard? The words itched to escape, but he controlled himself, well aware that he was the one who needed her to pretend for his reputation.
  • Receiving no reply from him, Diva perceived that he agreed. She grinned to herself until reality smacked her in the face.
  • The car came to a halt. As Blaze was about to get out, Diva reminded, "Open the door for me like a true gentleman."
  • Diva sat back like a polite girl, waiting for the door to open. She lifted her head and watched as Blaze just stood near her side of the door with his phone in hand, clearly having no intention of opening her door. Her cheeks puffed up in indignation.
  • Diva immediately called Blaze. Somehow, she managed to get his cell number earlier, by pestering him before they left. As soon as he picked up, Diva demanded, "Why aren’t you opening the door for me?"
  • "What will you do if I don't?" he challenged.
  • The paparazzi furrowed their brows in confusion, wondering what was going on with the newlywed couple.
  • "I won't get out," Diva declared and crossed her arms.
  • "Good luck with that." Blaze hung up on her, a knowing smirk on his face. Blaze motioned towards the driver, who immediately scurried off to open the door for Diva.
  • When the car door opened, Diva expectantly looked up and gushed, "I knew you would do it in the end, Blaze—" her words died off in her mouth as her gaze fell on the driver.
  • Groaning, Diva stepped out of the car. She didn't have any other choice, especially with the paparazzi watching her every movement.
  • Diva stomped her heels and glared at Blaze until a devilish idea popped in her head.
  • It's sweet revenge time, Blaze, thought Diva. She took slow steps towards Blaze before snaking her arms around his biceps, closing their distances.
  • Blaze squirmed under her sudden touch and threw her a disgusted look. He hated uninvited touches.
  • Diva smiled up at him and said, "Let's go inside."
  • Blaze was about protest but went along with her. If the paparazzi weren’t here, he would have probably pushed her harshly.
  • This was surely going to be a long night filled with tolerance tests.
  • ###