His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 112

[MIA]

It was just the four of us after dinner when Ronan brought the cake out.

With his hazel eyes and lighter hair and that toothy grin that was basically always on him, he gave off major golden retriever energy. I could see why everyone babied him.

His grin was extra wide as he used the frosting I had made to make a crooked smile on the cake before cutting it like it was his birthday.

“Mia has made this with a lot of love, by the way,” he added for precaution before cutting two huge pieces, giving one to each of the older

Whitlock twins.

Aurora looked excited about it while Alex was neutral as they both took a bite each. Ronan pretended to take a piece for himself and one for me, passing me a mischievous look.

I shake my head, grimacing as I saw the change in both their expressions.

God. I wanted to hide.

This is what I do for a living, and Aurora’s first impression of my work is going to be that I’m terrible at it.

That cake was sweet to the point of death.

Aurora broke into coughs, her eyes widening and reaching her brother who glared at her.

“What? is something wrong?” Ronan blinked innocently, sounding almost offended on my behalf.

Alex shook his head, painfully gulping. “It’s perfect.”

I bit my lower lip.

Ronan grinned like a fool. “Really? Let me have some.”

“Nope.” Alex snatched the cake from our side until it was out of reach. “Need to save some for tomorrow. It’s that good.”

I exchanged a look with Ronan, who looked like he wanted to laugh so loud. I, on the other hand, was red.

grabbing a spoon to take a

“It’s for me.”

Ronan pouts.

“No.”

“But-”

bite. “I

my laughter, but

I whisper to

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eyes me to shut–up,

that,” I sheepishly confessed, laughing under

too

sure that sweet

“You knew? And you still served it to

I flustered. “Ronan’s idea.”

didn’t think Alex spared anyone’s feelings, considering how brutally

while Aurora bursts into laughter. “Yes, Alex, what the hell?” She asked, “Would you have eaten the

but the three of us just laugh while I mumble apologies to

playfully with her own, and I

his eyes, not moving a muscle, shaking his head as if

liked that a little.

Or maybe too much.

the next evening, we had to. I wish I could stay there forever. Ronan was so when I first met her but eventually opened up, Sofia was the sweetest and Gabriel… I didn’t have an opinion on him yet. He was nice of course because, I mean, Sofia

to leave. I liked it here where I could talk to

we departed, more

was pouty before we

who was usually uninterested in almost about

one shoulder. “Can’t I live

He frowns. “No.”

“But-”

“No.”

pout more, and it dissolves when the plane

Dominic comments the

a plane. Ever.” Iglare at the muscular man, not my smartest decision