Chapter 6: To Fulfill The Contract

"What's wrong? Are you crying?" Heather asked.

He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face.

"What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice grew louder.

"No, he was nice to me. It's just... I met her at the party." Prisley was never one to show her vulnerability in public.

It was only after saying goodbye to Steve that she dropped her facade. She walked back slowly, and tears streamed down her face.

Heather immediately called Steve.

"Got it, thanks, Steve." He got the whole story from Steve.

"I should just leave, otherwise this awkwardness will keep happening," Prisley said, sniffling. Having Heather by her side made her feel a bit better.

Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't need to care about her at all."

"How can I not care? I'm just a fake version of her in your eyes." Prisley lay on the sofa, feeling depressed.

Heather's gaze darkened. He reached for a box on the coffee table. "Try this on. Let me see how beautiful it looks."

He took out a luxurious, intricately designed diamond necklace that was clearly worth a fortune.

The expensive necklace glittered on Prisley's delicate chest. It complemented the evening dress she was wearing, making her look stunning.

Heather kissed Prisley's neck lightly. "Beautiful, it suits you perfectly," he said with rare tenderness.

"No, I don't need this." Prisley pushed him away, taking off the necklace and putting it back in the box.

"Why?" Heather was a bit displeased. This was a new piece from a famous designer, and he hadn't expected her to refuse it.

"Heather, you can't provide what I truly need. The things you give me, I don't actually want."

Heather sneered. "Don't expect me to marry you. We agreed on that when we signed the contract." He pulled out the previous check and property documents.

"Take these. I can buy you anything, give you a lot of money. Isn't that enough?"

Prisley felt helpless. Their thoughts seemed like parallel lines that would never meet.

"Maybe I needed it before, but now, Heather, I don't care about these things. I just want a bit of respect from you, but you can't even do that."

"Ridiculous! Haven't I respected you?" Heather found it unbelievable.

"This afternoon in the meeting room, they humiliated me again. If you had stood up for me even once, they wouldn't dare to be so blatant. But you didn't."

"Filla's back, and you won't let me leave. Today I was humiliated by her once, and there will be many more times, but you don't care."

"Heather, I don't know what you're thinking. You can really watch me suffer and not feel a thing." Prisley's tears flowed uncontrollably again.

Heather sighed, thinking this was simply absurd. She was just making trouble for herself.

Maybe, as Steve said, Heather has been sheltered by wealth since childhood and can't empathize with others. What seems painful to Prisley is trivial to him. All he cares about are the company, wealth, and relationships. He was raised this way, trained to be a successful machine in a loveless wealthy family.

He's decisive and calm in business but always too cold and violent emotionally. Prisley, on the other hand, grew up in a warm middle-class family, surrounded by her parents' love. She once believed her love and care could warm Heather's heart, but she was wrong. Four years have passed, and he's still the same.

Heather bought this apartment specifically for Prisley. It's much smaller than his mansion. He spends most of his time at his own place and only comes over when he needs her.

Tonight, he just wanted to bring the diamond necklace to please her and persuade her to give up on leaving. He didn't expect not to get a single smile.

Heather's face turned grim.

He didn't want Prisley to trouble herself over those things. Having her around made him feel much better, but he never cared about what made her unhappy or why. It was always Prisley who cared about him and looked after him.

"Prisley, you're overthinking. I don't want to call you paranoid, but don't you think you're being melodramatic?"

"As for the respect you mentioned, I've always respected you. Don't make a big deal out of it."

"If you insist on being difficult, let me remind you that you’re the party B in our contract. Our contract is still in effect. The termination conditions haven't been met, so you have no choice but to fulfill it!"

Heather's eyes showed a cold, ruthless glint. He paused, maybe realizing his words were too harsh, then stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Prisley's waist, and kissed her earlobe. "Can we just be like before?" he said in a softer tone.

Paranoid? No choice?

Prisley closed her eyes in pain. This man seemed beyond help. She had thought that after four years together, Heather would show some care for her.

Suppressing her slightly trembling voice, she said, "Fine, we'll be like before and follow the contract."

She pushed him away and walked towards the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To fulfill the contract." She forced a smile.

Soon, Prisley emerged from the bathroom, wearing sexy lingerie and smelling of the perfume Heather liked - in fact, it was Filla's favorite scent.

She walked towards Heather.

Heather smiled. As expected, she was still obedient and easy to please.

Prisley dimmed the lights and began kissing Heather's lips, in the way he liked.

Her lips were soft, and she knew exactly where Heather was most sensitive. She knew his body all too well.

Heather closed his eyes, enjoying the long-awaited moment of pleasure. Prisley undressed him, her soft fingers sending tingles over his skin as they moved across his chest, abs, and down to his most prized area.

Heather felt a surge of electricity through his body. His breathing grew heavier as he savored the calm before the storm.

Her fingers were soft and slightly cool, tracing patterns on his warming skin, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

His thighs tensed under her kisses, revealing their muscular lines.

Heather felt his body heat up, a powerful lust surging through him, reaching his head. He let out a low moan, impulsively threading his fingers through her hair.

He opened his eyes to kiss Prisley but was met with her blank stare.

He paused, the heat in his body fading slightly. "Prisley, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Prisley continued her actions. "I'm just fulfilling the contract." Her voice was cold, her gaze equally devoid of passion.