Husband For Hire

15. Sunny With A Chance

Recap: Ano dumped ice water on Sunny. She thought Ashar's iris was attractive and had an argument with him. He said he was compassionate towards her. Then, he walked away and she asked one of her mom's managers about Ashar's bio data.

15. Sunny With A Chance
Doesn't seem like it.

"How's your face?"

I probably should've refrained from asking this question as it brought up the fight between him and Ashar. Both of them had bruised up faces.

Sunny and I were perched on the sofas in the living room while Ashar and his family were upstairs.

"Is this how you normally welcome guests in your house?" Sunny asked, dodging my question.

I pursed my lips in guilt and attempted to hide the laughter dying to erupt. Sunny was engulfed in a warm blanket, pretending not to be freezing to death after the ice bucket bath.

"I'm sorry. It was meant for Ashar, but you popped up out of nowhere . . . Do you want another blanket?" I tried to be slightly more courteous. His bruises from the fight with Ashar ought to hurt with ice water slapped on them.

"No, thanks." He shook his head, indicating he was warm enough. "I only dropped by to formally apologize for what happened at your uncle's party."

"You're better off apologizing to your wife than me. I don't really care." I shrugged, my eyes roaming over my nails. I desperately needed a manicure soon.

"Considering I beat up your husband..." he trailed off as if he was in deep sorrow for "beating up" Ashar.

"Ashar took care of the situation just fine," I said not impressed by his choice of words. "Your face looks worse than his."

I couldn't believe I was taking my fake husband's side. Maybe it was Sunny's exposed prostitution or the argument regarding compassion with Ashar that I had ended up taking Ashar's side.

Sunny's eyes narrowed before he blinked quickly. Maybe his eyes hurt.

"Of course. For the sake of our old friendship, I refrained from hurting Ash too much," Sunny admitted. I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"Why aren't you two friends anymore?" I asked forgetting the details.

"Differences happen," he said, his eyes turning away. It was evident he didn't enjoy this topic. "That aside, I wanted to make it up to you for what happened at the party. For being such an awful friend to you." I frowned. Sunny and I were never close friends to begin with. He always treated me like Jhanvi's cousin—like an ordinary younger sister of somebody's. "I do believe now you owe me for the ice water in the snow."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"How about we go have lunch tomorrow?"

I didn't like the sound of that. Sunny was a hot model prior to the bomb drop that he was sleeping with somebody.

"I have work," I told him.

"Dinner?"

"I work from six in the morning till probably ten at night." Okay, that was a lie, but he didn't know that.