Chapter 9

Leslie expected to find his house in a mess the way Daniel had left it, but a subtle scent of lemon greeted him.

In the entrance, men’s and women’s shoes were neatly arranged.

The rest of the house was immaculately clean as if all the chaos had never occurred.

If he hadn’t seen the photos Daniel took, he would have wondered if this was his house. Aurelia had managed to clean up everything.

At that moment, the door to the master bedroom opened.

Aurelia, wrapped in a towel, walked out.

Her slender figure caught Leslie’s eye.

With semi–dried strands of hair sticking to her blushing face, she exuded an indescribable sense of endearment, much more beautiful than her usual well–behaved appearance.

Water droplets fell from her hair. Her skin glistened, revealing straight legs, snow–white and slightly pink from the warm bath. The effect was particularly alluring.

Leslie’s breath hitched as he narrowed his eyes.

Aurelia, tilting her head while drying her hair, only noticed the unfamiliar gaze when she raised her head..

The two locked eyes. She hastily tightened the towel around her.

Didn’t Linda say Leslie wouldn’t come back if he worked late?

She was just lazy and didn’t bother to grab her pajamas.

This was just unfortunate timing.

“You, you’re back?”

“I thought you left. Didn’t expect you to be so patient.”

Leslie withdrew his gaze, turned around, and poured a glass of water. His voice was still as cold as ever, even carrying a hint of disdain.

Glancing at the master bedroom behind Aurelia, he made it clear that it was his room.

Aurelia, following his gaze toward the master bedroom, immediately understood the misunderstanding.

“Mr. Synder…”

“Ms. Simmons, we should understand that this marriage is a mutual arrangement, so don’t overstep any boundaries.”

Leslie emphasized the last five words.

Already feeling somewhat embarrassed, Aurelia became even more ashamed when Leslie misunderstood her intentions.

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looked at Leslie, and was about to speak

warned before

Leslie, calmly. “Mr. Synder is right. Since we have a mutual arrangement, you could have refused Ms. Linda if you didn’t want me to move in. There’s no

halted, looking at Aurelia with

fine. I never expected such at significant difference in your left and right foot sizes. They were three sizes apart. This is a first for me. Do you want me to

was momentarily stunned, cursing Daniel in his

be losing his competence. Daniel made such

was broken. I had spent three hours cleaning up this place so I smelled like crap. I had no

“Three minutes?” Leslie asked.

“Wait a moment.”

turned and rushed into the guest bedroom, donning underwear and a nightgown within a minute. She then grabbed a prepared

she discovered Leslie intentionally made a mess of the house during cleaning, she had other

was initially intended for Leslie’s review tomorrow, but resolving it sooner seemed better since things had

living room, she handed the

puzzled for

the file.

read the contents, Leslie’s typically stoic expression revealed an unusual flicker

“A cohabitation agreement?”

me. You married me just to appease Ms. Linda, and I

leave with no strings attached. I’ve detailed everything about our future life in the agreement. Take a look, and feel free to

necessary.”

him

take the pen but

of the content

about finances, except for one surprising

waiving property division

divorc

digger voluntarily refusing

kind of game are

think I’ll

you don’t believe me, we can go to a notary. Sign

П

her a couple

was the first woman eager to

was good for

the pen and signed his

didn’t hesitate to sign her name. After signing,

she didn’t notice the wet coat with a tobacco scent coming

at the coat only to realize the chest area of her

to her body when wet, revealing not only her figure but

the coat, her cheeks so

had been standing with his back turned for quite some

relief as she gazed at his typically

probably never lacked women. He simply couldn’t be bothered with someone

being a gentleman, he tactfully turned her down without subjecting her to the embarrassment of being “soaked.” He graciously

be too torturous to live with someone like

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