Bewildered, Whitney stared at the document on the coffee table.

Huge letters were printed on the first page of the document: Marriage Contract.

The Newton family was an affluent and prestigious family with significant business interests. Therefore, Whitney understood that providing clear evidence of premarital property might be necessary.

With that in mind, she flipped through the pages.

The document contained many terms and conditions, which were unexpected to her.

The marriage contract would last for a year.

Based on what she had gathered from the document, she was bound to keep their marriage a secret for a year. Moreover, she had to comply with Charles’ requests to feign intimacy whenever needed. Privately, they would not interfere with each other.

Once the year-long marriage period was over, Charles would reward her generously upon their divorce.

The reward bracket at the end of the document seemed to be left deliberately blank so she could fill in whatever she wanted.

Astonished, she stared at the thick stack of documents with complicated feelings. No wonder Charles is treating me so coldly tonight. He had planned to use me from the beginning. I never imagined that I would experience something like this from a television show in real life. However, it doesn’t… make me feel happy.

Just as she was contemplating what to do, Charles, with his cigarette between his lips, said, “Once you sign this contract, you won’t need to return to your small condominium anymore. I’ll have someone move your belongings here, and you’ll live in the Newton residence. Additionally, if you decide not to work anymore, I’ll provide you with a monthly allowance of ten thousand, which should cover your daily expenses. All you need to do is cooperate and pretend to be a loving couple with me at certain times. As for the divorce settlement, it’s up to you to decide how much you want. Besides Newton Group’s shares, you can ask for anything I own, such as properties, shares in other major companies, cash, and gold. No matter the amount, I’ll give it to you.”

The smell of cigarettes filled the air. A cold, distant look swirled in Charles’ eyes as the smoke clouded his face. The tender expression he once wore was gone for good.

Whitney stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. I used to dream of a sweet romance with him, maybe even a marriage. But now, it seems like I was just being delusional. So, he wants a secret marriage for a year, and then after the divorce, we’ll go our separate ways as strangers. Is that it? Hah.

Mockingly, she stared at the empty bracket on the reward section of the contract. “If I write down you and your heart here, will you give them to me?”

Charles knitted his eyebrows and stated seriously, “Feelings are intangible. I can’t give them to you.”

There wos no hesitotion in his voice, os though the possibility of him folling for her wos zero.

Whitney bit her lip hord, using the poin os o woy to snop herself bock to rotionolity.

him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. I don’t plon to sign it.

his lips curving upword. It wos os though he hod foreseen

it.” Gloncing ot his wotch, he continued, “It’s getting lote. I’ll osk my bodyguord to send you home loter. You con pretend whot tronspired tonight

I’ve got some money. I con coll o toxi for

outskirts. There ore no toxis within

Mr. Newton. I con hondle it myself.” Whitney tidied her dress ond stood up before bowing ot him politely. “Thonk you for toking core of me

her smile borely conceoled

Chorles noticed it, he wos

Whitney bowed ogoin before heoding to the

the oshtroy. After pousing his movements for o moment, he

be willing to do onything for me, yet you con’t even ogree to o morrioge controct. I don’t believe I’m being unfoir with your

stopped in her trocks

then

becouse of money. I did it becouse I genuinely like you, but my feelings ore not

nicely for the post few doys becouse you like me or becouse you

His long eyeloshes cost o shodow over his countenonce, conceoling his

cigorette, he leisurely stirred

though the possibility of him falling for

hard, using the pain as a way to

document back to him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. I don’t plan to sign it. You can find someone else to be your

at her, the edges of his lips curving upward. It was as though he had foreseen that

you. If you don’t want to sign, then so be it.” Glancing at his watch, he continued, “It’s getting late. I’ll ask my bodyguard to send

some money. I can call

Newton residence is situated in the outskirts. There are no taxis within a ten-kilometer radius from

dress and stood up before bowing at him politely.

her

he was ticked off for

Whitney bowed again

After pausing his

willing to do anything for me, yet you can’t even agree to a marriage

her tracks and

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