My Billionaire Thinks I'm A Cat

Summary

Everyone thinks I’m a social climber trying to trap Bobby Welles into a marriage. A gold digger desperate to secure the bag.

In reality? The man has a severe cognitive disorder.

He doesn’t see me as a woman. He thinks I’m a cat.

My System and I are at our wits' end. Once again, I try proposing to him.

Bobby sighs, his voice dripping with endless patience. "Sweetheart, humans and cats can’t legally marry."

Hearing this for the hundredth time, I lose my temper. I slap him across the face.

He winces, his sharp jaw clenching as those deep, dark eyes narrow in slight pain.