Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 787:

As Burnet observed the genuine curiosity on Silver Fox’s face, he almost found it amusing how easily she could be fooled, prompting an urge to chuckle. Yet, the thought of fooling her quickly soured the moment, striking him with a pang of guilt. He awkwardly cleared his throat, maintaining his facade. “We should start with developing a relationship. Once we fall in love, having children will follow naturally.”

Silver Fox pondered his words before responding with a skeptical laugh, “And how long will that take? What if we never fall in love? Does that mean no children? My grandmother is over seventy. She doesn’t have that much time.”

Feeling guilty, Burnet rubbed his nose and replied, “We could try to have children while building our relationship. As long as we strive toward loving each other, it should work out.”

Silver Fox blinked, skepticism plain on her face. “But I don’t see myself ever loving you. Our children would grow up in a family without mutual love between the parents.”

“Why do you say that? What’s wrong with me?” Burnet asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re just not my type,” Silver Fox stated plainly. “I prefer delicate pretty boys who are good at sweet talk, persuasive, and preferably submissive. You’re the complete opposite—tough and domineering. It wouldn’t feel natural trying to love you.”

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The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. In a moment of frustration, he reached out and flicked her forehead, not

flick was harder than he intended,

exactly why I could never love you. You’re harsh and mean, quick to anger. We’ve only just agreed to a childbearing contract, and here you are, resorting to violence. If I ever fell for you, I’d just be another one of your possessions. Honestly, I despise you. If it weren’t for your looks and intellect, which make you a suitable candidate to father children, I wouldn’t have considered this arrangement. And it’s not just your tough demeanor that repels me—it’s your joyless expression. The first time I saw you, I loathed it. You don’t look any better when you smile, and your voice is as harsh as stone. No normal girl could fancy you, except perhaps someone as oblivious as Clarissa. Even Araceli would choose death over

a moment, he genuinely reflected on himself.

his throat, mustering an apology. “I’m

refusal to engage further. Yet, her anger was not quelled. Barely two seconds later, she spun back and kicked him

breath, but to lighten the mood, he playfully jumped in

Fox couldn’t help but

dropped the act, gazing at her with fondness. “Feeling better?” he

had been trying to cheer her up, softened. Though she recognized his effort, she playfully glared