His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 111

[MIA]

“So, Mia, how’d you get into baking?”

“It’s a simple hobby,” I raise my shoulders in a shrug, adding too much sugar into the mix as I was instructed. “And I needed something to keep me busy.”

“That’s it?” Ronan cocks an unimpressed eyebrow. “No touching story about how your mom passed on her secret recipes to you before she took her last breath?”

I laughed. “Not many touching stories to go around when you don’t have a Mom.”

“Ah.” He clicked his tongue, offering no sympathies.

“What do you do?” I ask him, “Except be a hellion and get on your brother’s nerves.”

“I love how you’ve gotten to know me oh–so–much in an hour of knowing me,” he whips the cake mix, “And getting on my brother’s nerves is my birth right. I am the only man he wouldn’t kill.”

I shrug. “Not hearing a real hobby in there, Ronan.”

“I party.”

“Still not a hobby.”

“You sound like my sister,” he scrunches his nose. “And I don’t willingly consider hot girls my sister.”

“I’m hot?” I cock an eyebrow. “Because I do remember you saying about five minutes ago that I look like a grandmother when I get too. protective about my recipes.”

“Only when you get too protective about your recipes.” He smugly smiles.

“Too old for you, Ron.”

“Four years,” he nonchalantly muses while passing the cake mix to me, “Besides, I like old.”

“You’re barely an adult,” I chuckle under my breath.

“Hey! I’m twenty–one.”

“Not with the way you’re whining, you’re not.” I laugh louder. “And making an extremely sweet cake just to see your brother’s reaction? Not

very mature.”

what I told you?” He grinned,

brother, especially to talk. He

I had just been thinking of

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“What’s going on here?” Alex mused, eyes flickering

Those hands. They were going to be the death of me. Flashbacks of the morning made their way to

favourite Whitlock,” Ronan

of Alex’s brow raised, his

the counter. “My favourite

Ronan asked all seriously. “Did I spend all this time flirting with you for

Alex’s ears perked, and he walked in.

flirting. Unserious flirting.” Ronan chuckled nervously, tossing the cake batter into the pre–heated oven. “You remember that thing! told you about how I wouldn’t be killed?”

roll my eyes at

went for a lunch and isn’t here yet.” The nervous smile

a laugh before setting the oven,

“So?” He asked.

I repeat, dumbly, grabbing all ingredients from the kitchen counter one

you flirting with

like he was flirting with me,” I chuckle under my

“And?”

I show Alex my pointed eyes, one that have zero affect on him at all. One of his hands grabs the counter in the direction that I was going, blocking my path

of my neck,

at how close he

Alex doesn’t kiss.

We had had sex, but there were no kisses, no hugs, no cuddles

don’t share,”

my lower lip.

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Hohale. “You’re impossible… caveman.”

“Mine.” he reminds me.

life and death,” I repeat if it were

“Good.”

never kissed me,” I think

flickers in his eyes, and his hand retreats. “Do you want

1 offer. Just say yes. Damn it. Missed opportunity. “I meant,

“I’ve never kissed.”

where I thought they would