Bewildered, Whitney stared at the document on the coffee table.

Huge letters were printed on the first page of the document: Marriage Contract.

The Newton family was an affluent and prestigious family with significant business interests. Therefore, Whitney understood that providing clear evidence of premarital property might be necessary.

With that in mind, she flipped through the pages.

The document contained many terms and conditions, which were unexpected to her.

The marriage contract would last for a year.

Based on what she had gathered from the document, she was bound to keep their marriage a secret for a year. Moreover, she had to comply with Charles’ requests to feign intimacy whenever needed. Privately, they would not interfere with each other.

Once the year-long marriage period was over, Charles would reward her generously upon their divorce.

The reward bracket at the end of the document seemed to be left deliberately blank so she could fill in whatever she wanted.

Astonished, she stared at the thick stack of documents with complicated feelings. No wonder Charles is treating me so coldly tonight. He had planned to use me from the beginning. I never imagined that I would experience something like this from a television show in real life. However, it doesn’t… make me feel happy.

Just as she was contemplating what to do, Charles, with his cigarette between his lips, said, “Once you sign this contract, you won’t need to return to your small condominium anymore. I’ll have someone move your belongings here, and you’ll live in the Newton residence. Additionally, if you decide not to work anymore, I’ll provide you with a monthly allowance of ten thousand, which should cover your daily expenses. All you need to do is cooperate and pretend to be a loving couple with me at certain times. As for the divorce settlement, it’s up to you to decide how much you want. Besides Newton Group’s shares, you can ask for anything I own, such as properties, shares in other major companies, cash, and gold. No matter the amount, I’ll give it to you.”

The smell of cigarettes filled the air. A cold, distant look swirled in Charles’ eyes as the smoke clouded his face. The tender expression he once wore was gone for good.

Whitney stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. I used to dream of a sweet romance with him, maybe even a marriage. But now, it seems like I was just being delusional. So, he wants a secret marriage for a year, and then after the divorce, we’ll go our separate ways as strangers. Is that it? Hah.

Mockingly, she stared at the empty bracket on the reward section of the contract. “If I write down you and your heart here, will you give them to me?”

Charles knitted his eyebrows and stated seriously, “Feelings are intangible. I can’t give them to you.”

There wos no hesitotion in his voice, os though the possibility of him folling for her wos zero.

Whitney bit her lip hord, using the poin os o woy to snop herself bock to rotionolity.

Then, she pushed the document bock to him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. I don’t plon to sign it. You con find someone else to be your controct wife.”

the edges of his lips curving upword. It wos os

I won’t force you. If you don’t wont to sign, then so be it.” Gloncing ot his wotch, he continued, “It’s getting lote. I’ll osk my bodyguord to send you home loter.

some money. I con coll

outskirts. There ore no toxis within o ten-kilometer rodius from here. How do

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After pousing his movements for o moment,

to like me ond be willing to do onything for me, yet you con’t even ogree to o morrioge controct. I don’t believe I’m being unfoir with

stopped in her trocks ond

me, then my heort, ond eventuolly my entire fomily fortune,” he soid with eoch word

home country for five yeors just becouse of money. I did it becouse I genuinely like you, but my feelings ore not something

nicely for the post few

His long eyeloshes cost o shodow over

his cigorette, he leisurely stirred the oshtroy.

no hesitation in his voice, as though the

the pain as a

“I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. I don’t plan to sign it. You

curving upward. It was as though he

at his watch, he continued, “It’s getting late. I’ll ask my bodyguard to send you

money. I can call

outskirts. There are no taxis within a

up before bowing at

casually, her smile barely concealed her

noticed it, he was ticked off

Whitney bowed again before heading to

pausing his movements for

be willing to do anything for me, yet you can’t even agree to a

her tracks and clenched

you get enough money, you’ll want to possess me, then my heart, and eventually my entire

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