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Megan's POV

When Evan was lost in his own imagination, he suddenly felt a cold, piercing cold on the back of his neck. He looked back and happened to meet Betrand's beast-like gaze. He grimaced and didn't dare think anymore, gathering his thoughts to concentrate on driving. Luckily, Bertrand just looked at him with a cold gaze and warned him to drive properly. After that, the man immediately averted his gaze.

After getting out of the car, Bertrand took me to the villa where he lived. He took out a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe and handed them to me. "Just take a warm shower first. There are no women's clothes here, so wear my clothes first."

"Yes."

My cheeks heat up a little. I immediately grabbed the clothes frantically and went into the bathroom. It could be said that my actions were more like running away. I didn't dare look at Betrand's face. That's why I didn't notice the amused glint in the bottom of Betrand's eyes.

I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, leaning against the wall and letting the water continue to wash my body.

Being betrayed by Joe and Ariana was something I didn't expect while marrying Bertrand was something I never thought about before. I always felt like something was wrong, but my mind was too muddled to understand it. A layer of mist began to fill the bathroom, turning my snow-white face red.

Bertrand was no longer in the bedroom when I came out of the bathroom.

I went down the stairs and found a tall figure busy in the kitchen. The tall man was seen wearing a white shirt and trousers from the suit he wore previously. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his smooth arms.

A dark blue apron was worn on the front of his body, making the cold and foreign aura from within him fade slightly, replaced by a more fiery aura.

Seeing that, my eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. A big businessman like Bertrand is willing to cook for me?

What kind of gentle and modest man is he? From head to toe, he meets my criteria for choosing a partner! Suddenly remembering something, my eyes changed from admiration to regret. I secretly sighed in my heart. Such an extraordinary man, how could he have a hidden illness? What a shame!

Hearing footsteps behind me, Betrand's movements stopped and I turned around slowly.

His gaze fell on my figure and the glint in his eyes turned gloomy. His white shirt wrapped around my petite body. The hem of the shirt barely covered my groin, revealing my white and slender legs. Those legs are so straight and proportional. The bright light makes the feet look whiter and attracts attention.

Betrand's eyes stopped on those beautiful slender legs and I suddenly felt hot. He averted his gaze, saying in a slightly strained voice, “Put your pants on!”

I looked down and realized that dressing like that in front of a grown man was a little ambiguous. Instantly, my cheeks turned red.

I replied, "Your pants are too big for me to wear."

Bertrand climbed the stairs coolly and didn't look at me. If I pay close attention, he should be able to see that the footsteps are a little irregular.

However, my cheeks were already red, how could I have time to pay attention to Bertrand? Because of that, I missed that scene.

A few moments later, Bertrand came down from upstairs carrying his suit trousers, complete with a belt.

"Wear this."

Perhaps realizing that his tone was a bit cold and harsh, Bertrand added, "Don't get cold!"

I took the trousers and went to the bathroom to wear them.

With the help of the belt, the trousers were forced to fit when I wore them. However, the legs are too fluffy and long, making my figure look bloated. So, I was forced to roll it up. When I came out of the bathroom, I found Bertrand already bringing cooked noodles to the dining table.

A bowl of noodles with clear broth sprinkled with a layer of green onions. The appearance of the noodles looked appetizing. I was too shocked and speechless, not realizing that Bertrand could cook.

This is just a very, very simple bowl of noodles, but if it was made by Betrand's hands, it somehow feels out of place. Seeing Bertrand go to the kitchen to get cutlery, I took the initiative to follow him.

"Uncle, do you need help or not?"

Hearing the call 'Uncle' from my mouth, Betrand's body immediately stiffened. The coldness at the bottom of his eyes almost overflowed.

Bertrand looked down, trying to control his emotions. Then, I answered slowly, "No need. Just wait outside. I'll prepare it myself."

I didn't continue to insist, sat at the dining table, and waited obediently. After everything I've experienced this afternoon, I'm a little hungry. Bertrand gave me a spoon and sat across from me.

"Eat slowly. It's still hot."

I started eating and the delicious aroma of these noodles immediately filled my taste buds. My empty stomach began to feel warm. Maybe I didn't even realize that my vigilance towards Bertrand was slowly fading.

While eating, I gave a thumbs-up to Bertrand. "Very delicious, Uncle. I didn't think you could cook this well!"

The warm dining room lighting illuminated my figure, emphasizing my smooth and beautiful face. I looked down, my cheeks puffed out and accompanied by a chewing movement. I narrowed my eyes, caught up in happiness and contentment.

My attitude was so obedient, it made Bertrand want to rub my head.

However, he couldn't do that or I would feel afraid of him. The most important thing a good hunter must have is patience. The last thing I have the most is patience.

Bending my hand slightly, Bertrand started to pull me with a relaxed movement. He reminded me that I still had a lot of time.

I was so engrossed in the food that I didn't realize that I had become a lamb ready to be slaughtered. I enjoyed my food with great satisfaction.

Halfway through eating, I realized that there was a boiled egg at the bottom of the bowl. I raised my gaze and saw the man across from me. However, the man lowered his head and continued eating his noodles with elegant movements, not showing any change in expression.

I silently looked at the man who was eating in front of me, until the bottom of the man's noodle bowl was visible. However, I didn't see any boiled eggs in it.

So, this was made especially for me? My mood suddenly became a little complicated. Previously, I always felt that the way Bertrand looked at me was too dangerous. So, I always avoid it.

Plus with the rumors about him circulating in the outside world, I'm even more afraid of him. However, now it seemed that this man was not that scary and was even very thorough.

After finishing eating, Bertrand got up and cleaned up the noodle bowl. He glanced at me who was leaning back in my chair while stroking my small stomach and smiling with a satisfied face.

I immediately got up from my seat, feeling uncomfortable. "Uncle, let me do it. If I wash the dishes, I can still do it."

"No need. Just me." Bertrand brushed my hand away and walked towards the kitchen.

It can be seen that Bertrand turned on the tap skillfully and started washing the dishes.

I rubbed the tip of my nose, feeling that I would add to the chaos if I helped. So, I decided to sit back.

Bertrand finished washing the dishes and left the kitchen. He went to the study and printed a document, then handed it to me.

I received it with curiosity. You can see several large letters written on it, "Marriage Agreement, Party A: Bertrand Hardwin, Party B: Megan Vandana..."

My eyes widened in surprise. "When did you write this?"

Realizing the twinkle where I was, Bertrand cleared his throat softly. "On the way home."

Actually, when I caught my fiance's affair red-handed, the car Bertrand was in was waiting near the hotel. That's when he wrote this letter of agreement. However, he must not say it honestly.