His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“Your grandfather paid for all this?” I asked in a hushed voice while sitting across him at our table in a fancy restaurant with a name I couldn’t even pronounce, but the food made up for the horrendous name.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “That’s what a gift means, Freckles.”

I blinked, unconvinced. “The timing is just a little suspicious.”

“Why?”

“It’s out of nowhere.”

“No, it isn’t. We never had a honeymoon because we met each other for the first time at the altar, so my grandfather figured two months is enough time for me to get to know you. Hence the out of nowhere honeymoon.”

“Hm.” I dig into my pasta, still not quite convinced, but I had other things on my mind- like how I had fallen in love with the meatballs I was eating, and how no restaurant would be able to replicate it’s taste back at home.

“How many days are we going to be here for?” I asked him. That’s how most conversations between us go, I initiate, he replies.

A few

I raised an eyebrow. “What is a few?”

“Well, we have a jet. We can go back whenever we like.”

“So there’s no return date?”

“Not yet.”

“But you said you had a business dinner on Saturday.”

Gabriel frowned. “When did I say that?”

“To James,” I remind him, “When he invited us over for dinner.”

“Oh that.” A smug expression crosses his face.

My lips part. “You lied!”

“I did nothing of that sort. Gabriel wasn’t too much of a convincing liar when he didn’t want to be.

“Is there an

get jealous,

eyes, focusing back on my pasta as a comfortable silence spread

“What’re you wearing?”

and

se that

His

sparkled. “I mean…

glared at him.

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Chapter 33

“You wanted me

Nonchalant as ever, he ate.

serious as ever. “One night wasn’t enough. I want

covered

to

ruin all

Because then I’d

giggled shaking my head, dismissing

fantasy you’re

stopped eating and just stared at him, I knew he could tell from my red face it was way more interesting

everything else

“No, you don’t”

comfort

favourite music genre is hip-hop. You binge watch your shows whenever you’re sad. Daisies are your favourite flowers. You miss your parents incredibly, you went to Seoul to connect with their memories. You’re fiercely protective about

Facebook material.” I mumble, not

it Facebook material that

don’t like you,” I scowl, “I barely even

“See, here’s one thing I didn’t know

roll my eyes. “Whatever helps you

f*cking you. Or actually f*cking you like

lips part.

I am is smart and good at proving you wrong, which means

can’t tell you, I’murmur. It was

Ask me mine and I’ll tell you

were, his wildest fantasy, but knowing his answers meant giving him mine and

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