Contract Marriage: The Hidden Devotion of a Cold CEO Chapter 2

Christian was very busy with work and went on a business trip abroad on the third day after our wedding.

He sent me a simple text message.

[On a business trip to France.]

I typed in the chat box: [When are you coming back?] Feeling like I was asking too much, I deleted the message.

During the week Christian was away, we neither video-called nor texted. I almost forgot I was married.

I took a shower at night, and when I reached for my clothes afterward, I grabbed empty air. I forgot to bring my pajamas and only brought my underwear.

I was the only one home now, so I stepped right out of the bathroom. I stood in front of the closet for a full eight minutes, picking out a style I had never tried before.

Since Christian wasn't home, I could wear whatever I wanted. No one would see me anyway.

Faintly excited, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror after changing. At first, I was a bit uncomfortable and shy, but I let go later on, eager to try on the next set.

Just as I opened the closet, the bedroom door lock clicked open.

Caught off guard, I quickly dove under the covers, leaving only my head exposed.

I met Christian's gaze in a panic, frowned, and complained, "Why did you come in without knocking?"

My face was burning red. He must have seen everything just now. I really wanted to dig a hole and hide.

Christian's face was impassive, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice betrayed no emotion: "Sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

"Then get out quickly, I need to change."

The door closed, and I quickly changed back into my original pajamas. My face felt burning hot, and I splashed some cold water on it.

My lower abdomen suddenly cramped with a dull pain. My period was here.

I was a restless sleeper and easily stained the sheets. There were no period panties at home, and I was too lazy to go out and buy them late at night.

I was hesitating whether to sleep in the guest room tonight, so even if the sheets got dirty, it wouldn't be embarrassing.

Christian came in. His hair was still damp with steam, and he had changed into loungewear. He obviously just finished showering, his gaze dark and deep.

"Something wrong?"

I pursed my lips: "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Why?"

"The central AC in this room doesn't seem to be cooling well. I run hot."

"I'll go sleep next door too."

"Christian, why are you following me."

His voice was cold: "I run hot too."

I looked up at him: "It'll be even hotter with two people sleeping together."

Christian met my gaze and said seriously: "Then let's turn the AC temperature down a bit."

"......"

"Forget it, I'll just sleep here."

I slept fitfully that night, anxious and afraid. When I woke up the next day and saw the clean sheets, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I didn't stain them.

After washing up and going downstairs, Christian was sitting upright at the dining table, breakfast already laid out.

He looked up, his voice light: "Morning."

"It's already nine o'clock, aren't you going to work today?"

"Grandmother asked us to go back to the estate today."

"Then I'll change clothes later."

"Drink this soup before it gets cold. Martha made it this morning."

I took a look. It was a bowl of nutritious hot soup made with organic ingredients and high protein......

"Why did Martha make this?"

"To supplement your nutrition, it's good for your body."

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"I'm fine, I don't have those reactions."

Changing the subject, I blinked and stared straight at him: "Christian, you care about me so much. Do you have a secret crush on me?"

I could never figure out why Christian agreed to marry into my family. He had a perfectly good marriage prospect right beside him—his childhood friend, the socialite Blair. They were a match made in heaven, and everyone agreed they would end up together.

His dark eyes looked at me, and he refused bluntly: "No."

Then he added: "I've always been openly in love."

"Oh." Turns out I was overthinking.

"I brought back a batch of haute couture dresses from France. They're on the third floor, go try them on."

My eyes instantly lit up, and the disappointment from a moment ago was swept away.

A marriage of convenience, no feelings, treating each other with respect, not bothering each other. This was pretty good too.