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.

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

voice that froze her into a mummy. Her hand was suspended in mid-air as color

“You dare not,”

anxious. It was a

sound of the voice and

that demonic voice, striding towards them in an uncaring manner with his face as cold as ice.

if a smile had ever graced it

passively at the two women. One was almost

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was wearing red pants and a black

on the women. With one hand in his pocket, he stood

like he

him that? Wasn’t she supposed to address him as

years. She had always had her head slightly bowed

head, she summoned courage and stared into those dark

like they could pierce into her soul, shivers ran down

of the dangers feared in country M, yet she still wanted to be

suffered for so long just for that position, only for him to

her tongue with difficulty as a teardrop slid

“Maverick, why?”

into her iris with no single emotion in his eyes. If anything

so long. I took care of your child from when he was born to this age… for six years Maverick, six years!”