The Contract Bride
"You're acting like a teenager."
He glanced up, his eyes narrowed in a playful challenge. "So, what? You're saying I'm not allowed to have fun?"
"Fun?" she scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk. "That's what you call this? This mindless, repetitive, pixelated torture?"
He laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed through the room. "It's called relaxation, Soirye. It's called stress relief. It's called a break from the monotony of your boring, predictable life."
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