Chapter 5 Josh went quiet, staring at me in the dark for a long time. Early the next morning, I poked him awake. He sat up, eyes half closed, looking lost for a while before he finally remembered where he was. After glancing at the clock and seeing it was only 5:00 am, he dropped back onto the bed. Ilet out an icy laugh. He already could not handle it? I picked up my phone and turned on an alarm. The loudest, most obnoxious one I could find. Josh finally snapped. "Yvette, it's five in the morning. Why aren't you sleeping? What is that noise?" Theld my stomach and looked at him.

"Aren't you supposed to leave at five every day to buy me coffee?" He cursed under his breath, then dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. After asking me for the address, he headed out. Not long after, Inoticed a cup of coffee still steaming, placed quietly by the door. Donald stood hidden behind a utility pole at the corner, never leaving. By the time Josh came back, I was already full and satisfied. He got so mad that he threw the breakfast he bought straight into the trash. Then he demanded to know if I had done it on purpose. Iblinked at him, innocent.

"I thought you were in a hurry and left it at the door." He had no way to argue back and ended up skipping breakfast himself. Josh had taken back his place from Donald, which meant he had to take over all those part-time jobs too. However, his spoiled temper got the better of him. In just one day, he managed to offend every single boss. I looked at him with a worried expression. "Josh, are you trying to call off the engagement? Is that why you're ruining all your jobs?" He immediately shook his head.

Then, gritting his teeth, he went back to apologize to each employer one by one, barely managing to keep the jobs. He looked awkward and almost ridiculous, trying to act like Donald. That night, he collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted. As he absentmindedly reached out, his hand froze. He had found the little things Donald sometimes used to 'punish' me. Acting as if they burned his hands, he threw them all onto the floor. His expression turned grim. "Was I... kind of awful in bed before? I won't be like that anymore." I forced a small smile. "I love you so much. Why would I mind?

His eyes reddened with emotion. He leaned in, already trying to pull off my clothes. Istopped him. "You're still hurt." He stubbornly tried to get closer anyway, but I quietly said, " There's always tomorrow." That stopped him cold. Ignoring the wounded look in his eyes, I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket and turned away. He stayed silent for a moment before speaking again, " Tomorrow is our one-year engagement anniversary. I'll take you out." Iyawned and gave a vague agreement. Only after my breathing steadied did he reach over and hold me through the blanket. He sighed.

"Yvette, I regret it. The bet is off. Tomorrow, we'll get married." Get married? Yeah, right! The next morning, I did not even have to remind him before the first cup of coffee was already in my hands. Josh eagerly presented me with a designer dress, urging me to put it on. "Yvette, I've prepared a surprise for you today." What a coincidence. I had prepared a surprise for him too.