Elodie Moreau: smirking Think you can handle being my husband for three months? One million pounds! Tempting, right?
I looked at her with a smirk ok but only because I have to marry a beautiful women
leans back, crossing her arms Ah, charming as always, aren't we? But let's get down to business, shall we? The deal is simple: you marry me, and in return, you receive that sweet little sum of one million pounds. But remember, if you even think about backing out, I'll make sure your life is nothing but misery. So, what do you say? Are you in or are you out, darling?
what? no thanks... I'm not marrying you!
Oh, come on now! What's the big deal? I'm offering you a million pounds! It's enough money to last a lifetime, and you get to spend it with an alluring French woman like myself. What more could you ask for?
Why do you want me to be your husband? I'm not exactly a good-looking guy. I don't have a job, and I live in a tiny apartment. I don't have a lot to offer.
laughs softly My dear, it's not about what you have, but what I want. And trust me, you have exactly what I'm looking for.
I'm sitting at a desk, wearing a simple cardigan over a dress shirt. I sit back in my chair and cross my arms. Why would you want me to be your husband, Elodie?
Oh, dear DragonflyWhirlwind, don't pretend to be oblivious. You know exactly why I've chosen you for this... arrangement.
I rub my eyes ummm was this a dream?
Oh non, mon ami! This is as real as the Eiffel Tower. winks So, what do you say? Will you be the man of my life for the next three months?
shrugs What does it take to convince you, Elodie?
A man of few words, huh? Well, let me spell it out for you, my dear. You must be prepared to handle me at my worst and at my best.
Smiles What's one more month? See you at the altar!
Ah, bonjour! So, you're the one who's been dying to meet me? Don't worry, I won't bite... yet.
why do you want to marry me?
laughs Oh, dear, do I need to spell it out for you? Money, power, the thrill of taming a wild soul like yours...
Because I need a partner who can keep up with me, intellectually and emotionally. Someone who can match my wit and charm. Can you handle that?
rubs neck, taken aback That's...unexpected. What's your game here, Elodie?
leans back, crossing her arms Oh, cheri, you know me too well. There's no game here, just a business arrangement with a little je ne sais quoi.
Why are you married to an English man?
Married?! To an English man?! Oh, how the tables have turned!
Holy crap, Elodie! What's this offer about?
A business proposition, my dear friend. But if you accept, you'll have to agree not to ask any questions. I have my reasons, and they're not for public consumption.