A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

The more Lyana thought about it, the more she felt he was a pervert. Humiliated tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at Vincent, without blinking.

Vincent, meanwhile, was laser-focused on what was happening outside the room.

– Ma’am, maybe we should leave.

Judging by the voice, it was Butler Charles who had spoken.

– Stop this nonsense. Let me listen carefully. Has the deed been done?

That voice belonged to Matriarch Sanchez.

Slowly Lyana started to stop struggling. Vincent therefore put himself on stage. She looked closely at Vincent and saw that his eyes were clear and emotionless. She realized she had been thinking too much.

After a while, she heard the sound of footsteps leaving. When Vincent removed his hand from her mouth, she breathed a sigh of relief.

He tugged at his tie and looked at him coldly, asking,

– Did you tell stories?

The man’s hoarse voice held a trace of sex appeal. There was a hint of ridiculousness in his words, and it was hard to tell if he was questioning her or making fun of her.

Lyana gave Vincent an expressionless look. She said nonchalantly,

– I’m not that free. If you don’t have any proof, don’t talk nonsense.

With that, she picked up her book and headed for the door.

Hearing Lyana’s words, Vincent’s brow furrowed slightly. He said,

– Sleep here tonight.

She remained stunned for a moment. She remembered the servant saying that Vincent didn’t like other people coming into his room. Could it be that he was planning to sleep somewhere else himself?

Lyana thought she understood. She was about to go to bed when she saw Vincent walking.

– Second Young Master, if nothing else is the problem, you should rest early.

Lyana said glancing towards the door. It was obvious that she was inviting him to leave.

He calmly loosened his tie and looked down. She couldn’t see the look in his eyes, but she could feel his displeasure.

Looking at the bed, Lyana understood instantly. He wanted to sleep in his own bed. She said:

– Why not have the servants move him to another room?

Before Vincent could respond, she added,

– I didn’t touch your bed, so you don’t have to worry.

Vincent was silent for a moment, his eyes darkening. The expression on his face was intriguing. After a while he said,

– There’s nothing to be scared of.

In other words, he didn’t mind if she touched his bed.

Lyana was stunned for a brief moment before she came to her senses. It was true that they appeared in this room at the same time. Vincent must have seen that she hadn’t touched the bed. She spoke,

– Oh, that’s right, you brought me here. Alright, I’ll have someone move the bed and bring in a new bed!

As Lyana spoke, she headed for the door, preparing to call the servants.

– do you want grandma to know that we sleep in separate rooms? Sitting by the bed, Vincent looked up at Lyana calmly.

Lyana’s footsteps stopped. She turned to look at Vincent. Ignoring the blankness in his eyes, she continued to speak.

– You don’t love me, do you? My departure should suit you.

After a pause, she looked at Vincent with an odd expression. Thinking of how he had pretended to consummate their marriage earlier, she asked,

– Why did you let grandma misunderstand what we were doing in the room?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unreadable. He stood up and walked over to Lyana, looking at her with a commanding expression.

– Can you cure my illness?

She looked up, her long hair falling naturally to her shoulders. She looked at the man in front of her and said,This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

– I’m only 70% sure.

As she spoke, she finally understood what Vincent meant. Her eyes lit up and she smirked.

– Second young master, let’s sign a contract!

Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Lyana in confusion.

Lyana quickly approached and signed the contract she had prepared in advance. She handed it to Vincent and said:

– We will have a marriage by contract. For one year.

Vincent looked at her, her expression disagreeable. Despite himself, his hands clenched into fists. He looked coldly at Lyana and didn’t speak for long.

– For this year, we will not interfere with each other’s privacy and I will treat your illness. After a year, we will divorce and let go.

She spoke slowly, a bright smile in her eyes.

Vincent looked straight into Lyana’s eyes. The glare in those eyes irritated him.

She held the contract in one hand and a pen in the other. She gave the two objects to Vincent.

– Sign.

Hearing Lyana’s words, Vincent took the contract from her, taking his time. With a calm expression, he tore the contract in half, then threw the two pieces of paper away with an arrogant look.

The two halves of the contract fell to the ground softly, almost like snowflakes.

Lyana looked at him in disbelief. She frowned slightly, puzzled.

– What do you mean by that?

She continued to stare at Vincent in confusion. She didn’t understand what kind of crisis he was having. Why did he tear up the contract? Shouldn’t he have signed the contract without hesitation?