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Megan's POV

In an instant, I skimmed the marriage agreement and fell silent for a moment.

Betrand's heart tightened for no apparent reason when he saw that I didn't speak. So, he asked, "Is there a problem?"

I shook my head in disbelief. "Uncle, are you sure you want to sign this agreement with me?"

There is nothing wrong with the agreement. In fact, every content in it can almost be said to benefit me.

By marrying Betrand, I will not only have the status and position of Mrs. Hardwin but will also get three percent of the shares of the Hardwin Company, as well as real estate in Betrand's personal name.

I will also get half of Betrand's personal assets if they divorce.

The Hardwin Company is the largest multinational conglomerate in Hauskin City which operates in the fields of finance, real estate, catering, hotels, and various other industries. The stock market value continues to increase.

With a third-class family like the Vandana Family, if all their assets were combined, it alone would still not be able to afford one percent of the shares of the Hardwin Company. I just got married and have become rich overnight?

Betrand's expression remained flat and unfazed. He even had time to brew a cup of drink to prevent colds. "Yeah. Just sign." Bertrand is pretty sure that I won't get a divorce.

For him, money is just a set of numbers.

Isn't the purpose of earning money to save money and get a wife? Listening to what his subordinates said, all their salaries would be handed over to their wives after marriage, as well as any assets they owned.

Regarding divorce...

Tch, he would never do that in this life. It was very difficult to bring this tiny wife home. Once I'm in Betrand's arms, don't expect me to be able to escape.

I gritted my teeth and immediately signed the agreement. No matter how long this marriage would last, he did not want to lose all these benefits. Seeing me put his name in the bottom right corner, Bertrand pursed his lips in satisfaction.

He took the marriage agreement letter and handed over the brewed drink. "Drink it. You've been caught in the rain, so don't get sick."

"Thank you, Uncle," I smiled sweetly and took the glass from Bertrand.

The steaming hot air continued to rise, giving off the bitter aroma typical of herbal medicine. I pinched my nose and drank the medicine in one gulp. Bertrand looked down, holding back the curve of a smile at the corner of his lips. Then, he said, "It's late, get some rest."

I gasped. Will I... sleep with Bertrand tonight?

His heart raced at the thought of that possibility. "Uncle, why don't you give me a separate room?"

Bertrand raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why? You're worried I'll do something to you?"

"It is not like that!" I immediately denied it without thinking.

I'm not used to sleeping with strangers. For him, Bertrand was someone older than him, the uncle of his fiancé.

Betrand's dark and deep eyes stared at him, even a cold chill radiated from his body. "There's no such thing as sleeping in separate rooms in our agreement."

I was a little stunned. It seems that there is no such condition in the agreement. I suddenly regretted signing that prenuptial agreement. Bertrand is too mysterious and dangerous. Cooperating with him was the same as skinning a tiger's skin.

Seeing the fear in my eyes, Bertrand took a slow breath. "If you're not used to sleeping with other people, I can give you time to get used to it. But as husband and wife, this is about spending the rest of your life together."

Bertrand said the words to spend the rest of his life together very seriously.

I lowered my head in shame, not daring to look Bertrand in the eye.

After being silent for a while, I gritted my teeth and said, "No need. I can just get used to it!"

Since the contract is signed, there must be enthusiasm and intention in carrying out the contract.

Isn't this just sleeping in the same bed? It's not me who will suffer either.

I was taken to the bedroom by Bertrand in a slightly dazed state. When I first came into this room before dinner, I panicked too much and went straight into the bathroom. After calming down, he began to observe Betrand's room.

Is this really a place where someone lives? Isn't it too empty and cold?

In a large bedroom, the decoration style is mostly black and white. The existing arrangements are very simple and the existing furniture is quite sad. Betrand's bedroom is the main bedroom, so it seems too empty and there are no decorations or anything. Unlike a house, this is more like a temporary residence.

I looked at Betrand with a complicated look, shuddering to myself as I thought about how Betrand could live in such a cold and empty environment like this.

Bertrand cleared his throat uncomfortably, then said, "You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow, ask someone to buy what you need."

"Yes."

"I have work to finish. So you can sleep first."

"Yes!"

My tone of voice was much higher than before, giving the impression that I wanted Bertrand to leave as quickly as possible.

Bertrand looked at him deeply. "That much I want to go?"

Meeting Betrand's deep gaze, I smiled and waved at him. "Good night, Uncle."

"Hmm." Bertrand turned and left the master bedroom. The corners of my lips, which had been held back and tense, relaxed slightly when the bedroom door closed, forming a shallow arc.

My eyes fell on the closed bedroom door and I answered in a low voice, "Good night."

In the room, I lie down on the soft bed. My tense nerves slowly relaxed, not forgetting to sigh in comfort.

These bed sheets give off the typical Bertrand aroma, the scent of pine. It feels so fresh and pleasant.

At first, I thought that I would have difficulty sleeping because I was sleeping in a new place. However, unexpectedly I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

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Bertrand's POV

I finished the video conference and realized that it was already two in the morning. I closed the computer and walked towards the bedroom.

In the dark of night, the bedroom door was opened silently. I slowly approached the bedside, looking at the person who was already asleep on the bed.

The bright moonlight came in through the window, shining on the girl's white and smooth cheeks. Her face also looked much softer and calmer.

I stretched out my hand. My rough fingertips stroked her cheek gently before I lay down too.