He falls silent again. Just as Amy’s palms start to sweat, he chuckles softly. The laughter is ambiguous, carrying both dominance and a veiled threat.
“Amy, you’re quite interesting. Let me ask you, are you clean? Or are you a virgin”
Finally, he walks over from the window, slowly approaching the screen.
Amy lowers her long lashes and takes out a document from her bag. “This is the medical report I got from the hospital yesterday. I haven’t even kissed, very clean. I believe you won’t be at a disadvantage.”
The man, who had been standing by the door, walks over, takes the report, and hands it to the man behind the screen.
“Well-prepared. Aren’t you afraid the other party might… not excite you at all?” he asks bluntly.
He is direct, and Amy blushes. She forces herself to say, “This is a mutual choice; I can refuse as well.”
“And when you can’t refuse?” he pressed.
“Close your eyes, imagine he’s a big celebrity、handsome guy、superstar…” she stumbles, feeling embarrassed by the awkward question.
He laughs again, folds the report neatly, and tosses it over the screen.
“Tomorrow at 9 AM, my driver will pick you up. I will fulfill all your requests, but remember, I control this game, and you must obey.”
Amy is stunned for a moment. This man is mysterious and arrogant. She can’t even think of anyone like him in their city!
Frank knocks on the door and enters, respectfully asking, “Mr. Smith, is everything alright?”
“Mark, give him a check, and let Miss Green move into my room.”
“But…”
Amy is a bit flustered. Is it settled like this? Who is he? What does he look like?
“Green, isn’t this what you want? I give you marriage, and in return, you give me what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“What a woman gives to a man, what else could it be?” he says leisurely, walking back to the window, paying no more attention to her.
“I’ll go to the room Frank prepared for me,” Amy frowned and walked away. This man is arrogant and difficult to get along with! His disdain for her is evident, and she has no intention of continuing any interaction with him. She values her freedom.
As another man emerges from the small room, he glances at Amy’s departing figure and says to the man, “Cousin, your mom found out; she’s going to beat me to death. Do you know who she is?”
“Amy, that’s a nice name, sweet like honey,” he turns his face, lips slightly curved. The light from outside falls into his deep pupils, quickly merging into a dark sea, impossible to fathom. Beneath his high nose bridge, his lips are alluring, forming a mocking curve.
“Lucas Smith, don’t involve me. I’m leaving. If your mom finds out, I’m finished!”
He hurries away, and Lucas slowly emerges from behind the screen. Surprisingly, beneath his crisp casual pants, he’s wearing disposable hotel slippers. Another assistant enters and places a pair of shoes in front of him.
“Draft a document and send it to Amy for her signature.”
He speaks slowly, starting to read the terms.
The assistant quickly opens a notebook, fingers tapping on the keyboard. Seventeen terms are soon organized.
Seated, he glances at the document and nods. “If she refuses to sign, press her fingers and make her sign. Tomorrow at 10 AM, I want her to register on time.”
“What?” The two assistants look up, astonished.
“Go.” Lucas’s sharp gaze sweeps over them, and the assistants quickly stand up, hurrying out.
He turns around, looking at the blurry night, his smile gradually disappearing.
Amy returns to the hotel at eleven at night. She immerses herself in the snow-white bathtub, staring at the ceiling. Who is this man? Even through the screen, she can feel his overwhelming dominance. When did someone like him appear in their city?
The doorbell rings incessantly. After hesitating for a while, she puts on a bathrobe and goes out. Peering through the peephole, she sees Mark, the man in the black suit.
“What’s the matter?” She opens the door slightly.
“Mr. Smith wants Amy to sign this.”
Mark hands over the printed document, politely formal.
Amy suspiciously takes the document, quickly scanning it and murmuring softly:
“Marriage duration: three years. Within three years, must give birth to a child, gender unspecified… Marriage contracted in Las Vegas, after returning to the country, each lives separately, the woman at the man’s disposal…”
She is already getting angry; every clause is embarrassing. But the last one makes her breathless.
“Within six months, settle down all assets of the Green Family.”
Amy holds the document, slowly walking back to the living room, sitting on the sofa, silent for a long time. Half a year, in just six months, she can reclaim everything from the Green Family… clear all debts… even make a new start.
But what about the child? With a child, can she still divorce? Or, for the sake of the child, endure a compromise for a lifetime?