Chapter 2 Marry Me

Helen scoffed, her anger flaring. "What's that supposed to mean, Ethan? For your information, I didn't call you for your opinion. I just wanted you to know that I'm now dating a well-known and wealthy CEO."

"CEO?" Ethan asked softly.

"Yes, Ferdinand Moore, the owner of the successful mechanics company called FM," she stated.

"I don't know who that guy is, and I don't care," Ethan replied. "But I would advise you to be cautious. You just met him, and you're already dating? You barely know each other."

"Well, there's no way you would know about him. You're in Korea and busy with studies. Maybe check him out on the internet later," she retorted, eliciting a heavy sigh from Ethan.

"What!" she hissed. "Anyway, you don't need to worry about us. We don't need your approval. I'm sure if our parents were alive, they would have accepted him immediately. He's everything a woman could ask for. We can get to know each other while dating. It's not that difficult. Anyway, I have to go now. Bye!"

"Wait," he said, but she ended the call immediately, then took out the complimentary card from her purse. She typed in his number and messaged him online.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey, who am I speaking with?" His response was fast.

"I'm Helen, your girlfriend."

"Oh! I'm sorry for not collecting your number back then. I don't know why it escaped my memory."

"It's fine," she replied.

"Can we go meet my parents tomorrow?"

"Your parents?" She asked, her eyes widened with shock, and her jaw dropped.

"Yes, I told them about you immediately I arrived and they said they would love to see you. Can you come tomorrow?"

"I'm not too sure," she replied, adding some sad emojis.

He called her immediately he saw the message, "Baby, what's wrong? Why aren't you sure? I promised them that I would meet you."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do it. To be honest, I have important work to attend to, and if I don't go, I will receive an earful from the CEO of my company tomorrow," she answered.

"How about I talk to him?" He asked.

"Talk to him?" She asked, her eyes widening as she let out a nervous chuckle. "Don't you think you're moving too fast? Shouldn't you ask me where I work first? Aren't there other questions you can ask before trying to reach my company?"

"I'm really sorry about that. It's just that I want us to be great. I apologize for being forward. So, tell me, where do you work?" He asked, his voice calm and gentle.

"I'm an actress," she began. "Well, just some extra actress with barely enough lines. I haven't landed a big role yet, let alone a supporting role. But I aspire to be a successful actress one day. Anyway, I went for an audition today and I failed. The judges claimed that my acting was weak," she said.

"Oh, that's why you were drinking at the club. No wonder you seemed really down. I'm sorry about that, and I apologize for not asking you more about yourself. I was just struck by you," he said, and Helen chuckled softly.

"I understand," she said, her voice soft and calm. "I can give you my CEO's number so you can reach out to him and let him know about the plan. The reason I wasn't sure I could meet your parents tomorrow is because my boss said I have to shoot tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I understand," he said reassuringly. "Just send me the number, okay?"

"Al-" Ferdinand abruptly ended the call, leaving her mid-sentence. She stared at her phone, perplexed by his sudden departure.

"What's up with him?" she murmured to herself. Deciding to message him, she discovered that he wasn't online.

She was hungry, so she made herself some toast and went to her laptop to check her emails. There was one unread message in her inbox.

She clicked on it and saw that it was from her CEO, granting her permission to go wherever she wanted. "Wow!" she exclaimed, feeling a mix of surprise and gratitude.

Her phone rang and she answered it quickly, "Hello? Did you do this, giving me permission to go?"

"Guilty as charged!" he replied with a laugh. "I also wanted to apologize for ending our last call so abruptly. I was in a hurry."

"It's no problem at all, I didn't even think twice about it," she reassured him.

"Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at 9 am, so make sure to dress up nicely. Anyway, I'm heading to bed now, so good night," he said.

"Good night," she replied, taking a deep breath before adding, "I love you."

There was a brief pause, and she started to worry that maybe she had said too much. "Hello? Ferdi-"

"I love you too," he said suddenly, causing her heart to flutter with happiness. She giggled, ended the call, and started dancing around the room in joy. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, and the next thing she knew, the morning sun was streaming through the window. She quickly got ready, feeling excited about the day ahead.

She looked stunning in a slim-fitted blue gown with her hair flowing down. Her makeup was flawless, complemented by just the right amount of jewelry. As she slipped on her black kitten heels, a call from Ferdinand informed her that he was waiting downstairs.

When they finally met, they exchanged a warm hug and a sweet kiss on the lips. Helen couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Ferdinand's sleek new Mercedes parked outside. He gallantly opened the door for her, and they were off to his parents' house in no time.

Inside the opulent home, they sat on a magnificent sofa, facing Ferdinand's parents, whose expressions were a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Is this the lady?" Ferdinand's father inquired.

"Yes, she is Helen, my future wife," Ferdinand proudly declared, as Helen gazed at him in disbelief.