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.

just laughed. “Is there an extent

jealous, Freckles.

the urge to roll my eyes, focusing back on

“What’re you wearing?”

satin shirt and

se that

His

“I

at him. “Aren’t you

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Chapter 33

“You wanted me

I do tuck you Nonchalant as ever, he ate. “Now don’t ask me

“One

small but sly smile covered my lips. “I’m wearing

going to tear it

can’t ruin all my nice

can. Because then I’d buy

giggled shaking my head,

“A fantasy you’re scared to even accept to

I knew he could tell from my red face it was way more interesting than he earlier thought. Nonetheless, I looked at him

everything

“No, you don’t”

comfort

from Taylor Swift, but your 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

I mumble,

it Facebook material that

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

thing I didn’t know about you-

“Whatever helps

it’s the thoughts of f*cking you. Or actually

part.

is smart and good at proving you

you, I’murmur. It was almost so

me mine and

My voice was nothing lesser than a whisper. Of course, I wanted to ask him what his kinks were, his wildest fantasy, but knowing his answers meant giving him mine and I wasn’t ready for

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