Ezrah handed her the pen, but Michelle hesitated to take it.
There were so many questions on her mind concerning their future and all the arrangements related to it.
“Ezrah, why do you insist that everything should be under my name?” Michelle’s voice was soft, and so was her gaze.
Ezrah picked up a glass of wine and fed it to her. She sipped, and he gulped down the rest of the content before answering.
“Isn’t it obvious? Those empty women love rich and good-looking guys. When they find out I’m just a poor handsome guy living off my famous wealthy wife’s assets, they won’t feel attracted to me anymore.”
“Most of them would be like, ‘he’s so hot but too bad, he’s broke, and living off his wife’s wealth,’” he mimicked a female voice.
Michelle laughed heartily, and Ezrah found the sound
