Astrid Olsen’s POV

“Dad, I know. I know. I know I said that I will be coming home later and get this done with, but something was going on my way. There was a storm at the station and I have to do something about my calculations. I don’t even have that plant in hand!” I said in Norwegian as I was holding the phone to my father right now.

I was at the conference and I was supposed to be presenting my research but instead, my father was calling me from Norway, asking me to come back home now.

“You have to let go of this dream that you’re pursuing, daughter. Did you get 6 Ph.D. already? Why would you need another one? And least of them all, it’s about plants!” My father said as I was rolling my eyes. My father never understands that I wanted knowledge and nothing can stop me from going after it.

Even marriage to the heir of a green technology company.

I know that my life was more than that. I need science to keep my thoughts from running around. I need to keep moving, reading, searching. I have to find something that will keep my mind off. And that’s how I got my 6 Ph.D. scrolls.

“Look, I got to go, Dad. I will call you later and I will try to get this thing done as soon as I can,” I said as I was moving to the door. I don’t know why I wanted to get off from the phone right now. Maybe because I was talking in a foreign language and people were looking at me weird.

Not that I care.

“Okay, I will wait for you. One month, that’s all you got and if you don’t do by then, I will forcefully drag you home,” my dad said as I was sighing. Looks like I have to be done in a month before I fly out back to Norway.

“Okay, okay. I will be home by then, I promise,” I said as I was looking at my booth, there was a person that was reading my research. It was like the time to slow down as I was looking at his backside.

His hair was fair and his build was lean, muscular, toned. I see the way his pants hugged his well-muscular thighs and I was gulping at the sight. I did not hear what my father was saying until he was showing my name.

Dolce and Gabbana.

“I call you later, dad. Bye,” I said before I hung up at the same time that attractive man was looking at me. He smiled and my knees turned to jelly.

“Are you the researcher of this booth?” He asked in English. Even his voice was sultry. Damn, I got wet by his voice alone!

“Yes. Are you interested in my research, sir? I need more funding since I cannot get some of the sample plants as the storm was taking all of it away,” I said politely to the man in English as his cobalt blue eyes were staring at me.

“Well, I can give you funding but there’s a catch,” he said as I was looking at him.

“And what is that?” I asked before he was smirking at me.

“You have to marry me,” the attractive man said as I was blinking at him. What?