Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

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.

Chapte

Leslie, and was about to speak when the sound of Leslie setting down

dressed,” Leslie warned before

you could have refused Ms. Linda if

looking at

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 accompany you to the

was momentarily stunned, cursing

his competence. Daniel made

so I smelled like crap. I had no choice but to use your bathroom to shower. Any issues? If there are, I apologize. If you find it acceptable, please

“Three minutes?” Leslie asked.

“Wait a moment.”

the guest bedroom, donning underwear and a nightgown within

mess of the house during cleaning, she had

for Leslie’s review tomorrow, but resolving it sooner

to the living room, she handed the file to

puzzled for a few seconds before focusing

the file.

typically stoic expression revealed an

“A cohabitation agreement?”

Synder. I can tell you’re not satisfied with me. You married me just to appease Ms. Linda, and I appreciate her fondness for me.

to separate, I will leave with no strings attached. I’ve detailed everything about our future life in the agreement.

necessary.”

handed him a

take the pen but questioningly perused the

stated, most of the content was

nothing about finances, except

waiving property

divorc

gold digger

coldly remarked, “What kind of game

think I’ll

“If you don’t believe me, we can

П

couldn’t help but give her a couple

woman eager to establish clear boundaries with

good for

the pen and signed

hesitate to sign her name. After

too carefully, she didn’t notice the wet coat with a tobacco scent

down at the coat only to realize the chest

as it was, clung to her body when wet, revealing

wrapped herself in the coat, her cheeks so red they seemed

and noticed that he had been standing with his back turned

as she gazed

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

he tactfully turned her down without subjecting her to the embarrassment of being “soaked.” He graciously avoided any comments on her

shouldn’t be too torturous to live