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 mummy. Her hand was suspended in mid-air as

“You dare not,”

was a

sound of the voice

he was, the owner of that demonic voice, striding towards them in an uncaring manner

imagining if a smile

was almost naked with a yellow scarf tied

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while the other was wearing red pants and a black top. She held a black blazer in one hand

for another second on the women. With one hand in his pocket, he stood beside Jeslyn with a brow

he said slowly like he was

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

to look into his eyes for the first time in six years. She had always had her head slightly bowed all those

and stared into those dark eyes

into those eyes that felt like they could pierce into her soul, shivers ran down Mulan’s

country M, yet she still wanted to be by his side… To be the

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

difficulty as a teardrop slid down her left

“Maverick, why?”

no single emotion in his

he