Liam
“Yes,” I replied, my voice returning to its cold form. “The contract.”
The atmosphere was heavy, laced with an awkward tension neither of us could shake.
Arlene sat across from me, her posture unnaturally rigid, a sharp contrast to the free, playful woman from a few minutes ago.
The drafted contract between us felt like a tangible barrier.
The way she avoided my gaze was unsettling, almost as if she was trying to erase the near-kiss that had ignited something neither of us dared to acknowledge.
Her voice was calm, steady, but devoid of the warmth I had come to recognize. “The first term is straightforward. We’ll get married in two months and remain married for a year until and after I give birth to prevent suspicion. Then we can go our separate ways.”
I nodded. The wordless agr
