Semua Bab MARRIED TO MY GIGOLO.: Bab 11 - Bab 13

The elevator descended slowly, floor by floor, but somehow I could still feel Lance's eyes on me.‎I stared at my reflection in the polished metal doors and silently scolded myself.‎Get yourself together, Vera.‎This was a business arrangement.‎Nothing more.‎A contract. Two years. One hundred million.‎That was all.‎Except my heart seemed determined to make a fool of me.‎The elevator doors opened, and I stepped into the nearly empty lobby. I walked through the glass doors and into the evening air, grateful for the distance between Lance and me.‎I had barely taken three steps when my phone vibrated.‎Three missed calls.‎Unknown number.‎Before I could decide whether to ignore it, the phone rang again.‎I sighed and answered.‎“Hello?”‎“Is this Miss Vera?”‎“Yes.”‎“This is Mr. Hale's legal office. Mr. Lance asked us to inform you that the preliminary marriage contract has been prepared. He would like you to review it before signing tomorrow morning.”‎I stopped walking.‎“Tomor

Lance sat alone in his office long after Vera had left. The door closed behind her. Silence returned. He stared at the contract on his desk. Her signature was still fresh. Two years. One hundred million. Marriage. He leaned back slowly. Something about the arrangement bothered him. Not the money. Not the contract. Vera. She had agreed too quickly. Not desperately. Not greedily. That was what bothered him. Most people would have heard the words one hundred million and signed before he finished speaking. Vera had negotiated. She had questioned everything. She had protected her career, her hospital, her independence, even her physical boundaries. And somehow, that made him trust her less. Not because she seemed dishonest. Because she seemed too controlled. Lance picked up his phone. “Send Daniel in.” A few minutes later, his personal assistant walked into the office. “Sir?” “Close the door.” Daniel did. Lance slid a folder acros