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Mia pivoted. The phone abruptly hung up before she could think of an explanation. This time, like a cat with its tail trodden on, Nyla abruptly ended the call.

Mia grinned, shocked that her powerful sister might occasionally experience fear as well. She didn't bother looking for any more justifications and raised her phone. She gave Adam a smile.

"My sister, your supposed wife."

Adam’s  brows were slightly wrinkled. He approached and put his arm around her waist from behind. "If you don't want your dad to die sooner, watch your mouth!" he said in a loving whisper near her ears.

Mia twitched her lips as she heard such harsh warning words while grinning at his attractive face. At that moment, a piercing pang shot through her waist.

Adam then released her. He gave her a pinch!Did he still grab her waist after issuing the warning?

She inhaled deeply, then again, forcing herself to repress all of her feelings. forgot about it! Think of it like a dog bite! He had something on her, after all.

She bit her lip, gave him a frustrated look, and turned to leave.

…

Grandpa and Adam were engaged in a game of chess. When Mia entered the kitchen, Dorothy, the servant, was preparing tea.

Mia approached her. "Dorothy, let me do it."

"Uh, okay."

Since this was the granddaughter-in-law's first tea for Old Master Bowen, Dorothy didn't object. She couldn't possibly refuse.

Dorothy grinned contentedly as she saw Mia’s  deft technique, saying, "Young Master Bowen is really lucky. Lady Bowen, you're so moral."

Mia grinned as she considered the earlier events. "Dorothy, can grandpa read well?" she queried nonchalantly. “When I visit again, I'm considering getting him some picture books for the elderly to kill time."

Mia believed that grandpa was illiterate as he was unable to identify her as a fake after looking at the marriage certificate.

"Old Master Bowen can read," Dorothy said with a smile. “However, he used to have some vision issues, so he can now hardly see anything, and he perceives people as being hazy.”

“But why is Adam playing chess with him?" Mia asked, turning to face her in surprise.

"Ha-ha-ha..." Dorothy laughed uncontrollably when she heard that, saying, "Young Master Bowen is a sweet man. He is aware that Old Master Bowen enjoys playing chess, but occasionally he is unable to tell the difference between black and white pieces. The only person who is patient enough to play chess with him is Young Master Bowen.”

Mia gave a little nod. Adam didn't seem to be all that horrible. He was, at the very least, quite close to his grandfather. She was psychologically worn out today. Never in her life had she felt so exhausted.

Mia kicked off her slippers and fell onto the bed when she got home. She was stretching on the bed in different positions when Adam entered. He grabbed his pajamas, threw his suit jacket on the couch, and entered the restroom. He soon emerged, sporting pajamas with a little open collar that showed off his attractive collarbone and well-defined chest muscles.

Mia could see his incredibly flawless form even if she couldn't see the lower portion.

No!

She got out of bed and saw him approach the bed. "You're going to sleep here?" she inquired anxiously.

Adam gave her a sidelong glance. "If not here, where should I sleep?"

Mia “..”

He  knew she’s the substitute bride and still wanted to sleep here, but why? Was he trying to make her feel uncomfortable on purpose? She tightened her jaw.

She felt like she was being burned when he sat on the bed.

"Well, you can sleep here," she said, leaping from the bed. “I'll take a nap in the guest room.”

She heard Adam's stern voice from behind as she was putting on her slippers: "Stop there!" "What are you doing?"

She scowled at him as she slowly turned around in disbelief. Adam leaned on the headboard idly. He looked at her deeply and said, "Your Aunt Avery isn't visiting again?”

It was a lie as it turned out. In order to avoid having sex with him, she said that.

Why did he need to mention it now, she thought he would’ve already forgotten about it.

"You're right," Mia said.

Disappointed, she continued, "But so what? I'm not Nyla, as we both know. Maid Bethany is grandfather's informant, I—“ Mia said, but Adam cut her off before she could complete her statement.

"If you dare to worry my grandfather, Mia Kirk, your father can go to hell!"

Mia’s foot, which had just come out, froze in midair. She said nothing.

Alright! He was brutal! She did not return to the bed after her foot touched the floor; instead, she headed for the closet. She went to the sofa after removing a bedsheet.

She lied down on the couch after hanging Adam’s suit jacket on the neighboring coat rack. She bit her lip hard and stared at the ceiling, saying, "I'll sleep here from now on. I will cooperate with you when necessary. However, I'm Mia inside here, not Nyla. I don't care if you genuinely dislike women and prefer guys, or if you like Nyla and want to provoke me."

She sensed that Adam had a soft spot for Nyla when he followed her agency on F******k last night. He simply obtain the marriage certificate with her today in order to appease his grandfather. She was prepared to fill in for him and assist with all of his performances.

She then rolled over so that her back was to Adam.

Adam narrowed his eyes and watched her back, but he stopped bothering her. He rolled over and lay down on the bed.

…

After half a month. Mia stood in front of Adam’s mansion after school, getting ready to open the gate and go in. She turned her head in horror when she heard the sound of a car accelerating. Then she noticed the car speeding in her direction with a "zoom."

She pushed open the gate after giving it a quick glance without giving it any thought. She heard an urgent braking sound just as she was about to get inside. Then she heard a man's voice next to her say, "Mia!"

"Uh?" Mia looked around once again and spotted Adam exiting the car.

"As of this moment, it's yours." Adam said, tossing a car key casually in her direction.

“What? Really?”

She grabbed the key with haste. She was unsure of what to do as she looked down at the automobile key she was holding.

Adam only nodded  when she expressed her desire for a car, but she didn't think he was serious. But he bought it for her out of the blue!

"Is it really for me?" She asked, blinking in shock as she turned to face the sleek and fashionable car.

Adam reached into his pocket with one hand. His tiny lips curled into a faint smile as he replied, "What I, Adam Bowen, said would naturally counts."

Mia bit her lip hard, but she was still in shock. "Are you sure this is for me and not for Nyla?" she asked.

Adam’s lips curved slightly at first, then tightened.