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“He doesn’t want children. But I am determined to have grandchildren. If you manage to get pregnant, I know he’ll do the right thing and marry you, regardless of how you get along. I’ll even give you money. Twenty thousand American dollars. Will you do this for me?”
What in the actual fuck
“It was a test. I don’t want you to trick my son into having a baby, but I needed to know what kind of person you are.”
Phew
“I already booked the banquet hall for the wedding. The deposit was a thousand dollars.”
Whaaaat
THE RULES WHEN YOU’RE WITH A GIRL: 1. Open and shut doors. 2. Pull out chairs and push them back in. 3. Pay for everything. 4. Carry everything.
Fuck that
He stashed her suitcase in the trunk up front and prepared to walk around the car and follow Rule Number One, but Esme opened her door and lowered herself into her seat. Then she shut the door, too.
Good girl
“Do you have ...” She glanced to the side as she searched for words. “A perfect woman in your mind? What is she like?” “She leaves me alone.”
Lol
She’d never slept on anything as nice as a couch in her life. She’d never owned a couch.
This is so sad
“What?” Khai asked. “They don’t talk about the ‘clitoris’ in health class at school.” It didn’t even sound real. For all he knew, it was an urban myth, like the Chupacabra or Roswell aliens.
scary
Was she supposed to be grateful he’d slept with her and beg for more? She sneered. Not in this life. Not even in her next life when she was a catfish.
you go, girl
When the sky lightened, she gave up on sleep and researched work visas on her phone. There had to be opportunities for someone like her in a place like this. She was very good at withstanding difficulty. But she read website after website, and they all said the same thing: She needed to have a college degree, twelve years of specialized work experience, or some impressive mixture of the two.
Wait, I thought there were plenty of immigrants that don't have that? Not saying it's a bad thing, calm down.
“Do you still want to marry?” she made herself ask. Sweat misted her skin, but she continued, “I want her to come live with me— with us. And my má and ngoại.” “Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “Let’s do it. The more the merrier, right? It actually doesn’t matter much to me. I’m hardly home.”
This is wild to me. Just like that?
