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Please Pretend to Be My Boyfriend

Mu Shui Xi
Aiden Shaw, the top surgeon at Sudglen Central Hospital, is known for his superb medical skills, his aloof and refined demeanor, and for keeping everyone at a distance. Just as filming for her movie wrapped up, Laura Lowell had a few too many drinks and ran into the tall and handsome Aiden Shaw at her doorstep, clinging to him for dear life and refusing to let go. The next day's entertainment headlines read: “Newly-crowned Best Actress’s Late-Night Rendezvous with a Mysterious Man, Possibly Living Together.” Her agent was frantic, but the big boss of her company casually remarked, “I actually think you and this Dr. Shaw are quite a good match. Why don’t you just make it official?” Under pressure from her boss and public opinion, Laura could only bite the bullet and go ask Dr. Shaw for help. “Dr. Shaw, could I trouble you, despite your busy schedule, to pretend to be my boyfriend?” Aiden Shaw put down his pen, looked up calmly, and said, “Yes.” Laura almost thought she was hearing things. He agreed so readily? Only later did Laura realize, heh, that she had been played from the very beginning. ........... It was a fortunate twist of fate that allowed us to meet in the vast sea of people. I've come to spend the rest of my life with you.
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