The "Cure" for Autism: My Arranged Fake Boyfriend
Language: en
I had a reputation for talking so much I could cure three cases of autism just by chatting. As a result, the aloof and reclusive Cole Hayes was essentially gifted to me as an arranged, live-in boyfriend. I used to hit him with terrible pickup lines: "Did you just fart? Because you blew me away. But not as much as I think about you." He would snap his head up: "I did not." Mr. and Mrs. Hayes' eyes lit up with hope. From then on, I kept him company for four years. Until he met another girl. He talked with her all night about the Riemann Hypothesis. In the early hours of the morning,…