My Contract Marriage
“M-mother.”
“It feels better to hear,” Mr. Smith said with a small, he looked somewhat wistful and Crystal can’t help but wonder why.
“I was going to say, you should settle down first and then we can talk.” She started with a slight smile, her heart beating frantically in her chest. “You should shower, I’ll help the maids put the table together.”
“Honey, she is right,” Lorenza said as she hurled her husband up and forced him to the room where the maids had placed their bags.