Bonnie was completely baffled.
She even wondered if the sweltering heat outside had given her auditory hallucinations.
Did she want a wedding?
What was this man plotting now?
Her mind raced.
Just last night, he was dead drunk over a broken heart, even mistaking her for someone else.
Was his marrying her just a ploy to make his true love jealous?
Inexplicably, the woman she had seen at the hospital yesterday flashed into Bonnie's mind.
Vivian Xavier—elegant, capable, like a red rose with thorns.
But wasn't Vivian engaged to Parrish? They were supposed to host their engagement party this weekend.
A shiver suddenly ran down Bonnie's spine.
She recalled a previous conversation with Quentin, where he mentioned using her to anger Parrish.
Did he really want to anger Parrish? Or was he using Parrish as an excuse to make Vivian jealous?
In a flash, Bonnie felt like she had untangled the whole web.
No wonder Quentin's attitude toward Parrish was so bizarre.
It was more than just a personal grudge; it felt like a blood feud over a stolen wife.
So, Vivian had been caught between them all along.
Convinced she had seen through it all, Bonnie sighed inwardly.
Billionaire drama was so complicated, and she was just a tool getting paid to do a job.
"If you want to throw one, I'll totally play along."
Bonnie looked at him, her eyes tinged with a mix of sympathy and understanding.
Playing a part in his grand scheme to infuriate that pair of cheating scumbags would also serve as her own revenge.
However, Quentin's expression darkened the moment he heard those words.
He pressed his lips together tightly, a sliver of barely noticeable disappointment flashing in his dark eyes.
"Not me."
He stared at her, his voice heavy. "You. Do you want one?"


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