Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

52 Maverick to the rescue.

“You might be his ‘wife’, but nobody knows that. If I were you, I’d hide my face in shame and stop calling him my husband.” Mulan scoffed. (1

“Hmmm… that’s right…” The maid walked back with the scarf. Jeslyn took the scarf from the maid and started to tie it around her waist while saying, “…The world might not know me to be his wife but the important people in his life do. Even a nanny like you does, so that’s already a good announcement. 1 Maverick and I don’t need the world to get married or approve our union.” Jeslyn beamed.

“y-”

“Don’t bother with your incessant talks. If you aren’t tired, I am… by the way, isn’t it too early to come to a house with a newly wedded couple? You should leave. My husband, son, brother-in-law, and I want to have the day all to ourselves and bond over breakfast.

Also…” Jeslyn smiled shyly. “He was…” She lowered her voice and leaned towards Mulan. “godly in bed. Very hot and he made me scream his name all through.” 3

Mulan’s face paled and her eyes shut open in disbelief.

“H-he, he, he, y- you…” Mulan stammered on without knowing the proper words to say.

“Hmm…” Jeslyn nodded fervently. “Yes, he ate me and he also confessed I was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. Hahaha…”

Seeing how flabbergasted Mulan was, Jeslyn felt an overflow of joy coursing through her veins. 1 “Leave now and when next you are coming, wear something that covers that big chest of yours because I might mistake you for a seductress and you wouldn’t want to see the crazy side of an angry WIFE.” 1

Jeslyn kept laying emphasis on that word. She was never a petty person, but the urge to ruin Mulan kept tugging on her mind. She hated this woman. The more she spoke with Mulan, the more she wants to tear her apart and that feeling surprises her too.

Mulan lost it. She couldn’t keep it in anymore. She raised her hand and was about to land a slap on Jeslyn’s pretty face when

Her hand was suspended in mid-air as

“You dare not,”

didn’t scream, raise his voice, or sound anxious. It was a relaxed tone, but it carried

voice

owner of that demonic voice, striding towards them in an

face would leave people imagining if a smile had ever graced it

was

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dark green colored bra, while the other was wearing red pants and a black top. She held a black blazer in one hand while the other hand

With one hand in his pocket, he stood beside

like he was

bit her lip hard. Why did she call him that? Wasn’t she supposed to address him

first time in six years. She had always had her head

head, she summoned courage and stared into those dark eyes that held

eyes that felt like they could pierce into

M, yet she still wanted to be by

that position, only for him to give it to a stranger…

The word rolled out of her tongue with difficulty as a teardrop slid down her

“Maverick, why?”

stood there looking into her iris with no single emotion in his eyes. If anything could be found, it

long. I took care of your child from when he was born to this