Ms. Escape Marrying to Run Fighting to Rise novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 The Prenuptial Agreement

The doorbell rang. Adriana stood outside, nervous and dgety.

The housemaid, Eva, answered, a little surprised to seedriana standing there, soaked and disheveled.

“Miss…” Eva didn’t know what happened but still let her in. She handed Adriana a pair of fresh slippers and thoughtfully draped a shawl over her shoulders.

“Mr. Lincoln’s on a video call. He told me you’d be coming. Just wait in the living room for a bit,” she said gently. “I’ll make you some lemon tea.”

Adriana was a little touched. She rarely encountered such kindness from strangers. Eva’s warmth put her at ease.

She glanced nervously around at the house’s decor, toofraid to sit down, worried she might dirty Curtis’s pristine sofa.

It was obvious–Curtis was cultured, clean, and rich. Definitely a gentleman.

About three minutes later, Curtis came out of his study.

He didn’t keep her waiting long.

He was wearing loungewear, probably just showered. His hair was damp, casually tousled.

He looked about Matthew’s age, but with sharper, more intense features that would do well in showbiz.

Adriana suddenly felt small, doubting herself.

Why would someone like him want to marry her?

“M–Mr. Lincoln,” she greeted softly.

Curtis glanced at her drenched, pitiful state and paused. What happened? Save the world on your way here, huh?”

Adriana froze, head down in embarrassment.

Not exactly the gentlemanly vibe she expected.

“Eva, take her for a shower and get her some clean cloths.” Curtis frowned, eyeing her up and down. “Anyone walking in would think I picked up a stray.”

Though his tone was sharp, he turned and grabbed some medicine, mixing it in water before handing it to her.

Adriana was a little overwhelmed. Kindness wasn’t something she got often. “Th–thank you.”

“Drink up, take a hot shower. We’ll talk after.” He picked up a contract–a prenuptial agreement,

Adriana nodded and downed the medicine in one go, tiling after the maid like a lost puppy.

Curtis blinked, raising his hand to stop her, but it was too late. Wasn’t the water hot? Wasn’t the medicine bitter? She just gulped it all down like it was nothing.

This Adriana… is kinda interesting.

When Adriana came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see clean, dry clothes already laid out on the guest bed–a loose, simple T–shirt and a pair of shorts.

Eva knocked and came in, smiling. “Miss, these are Mr. Lincoln’s niece’s clothes. She stayed here for a few days not long ago. They’re brand new, already washed. I hope you don’t mind.”

Adriana quickly waved her hands. “No, no, I don’t mind. I just didn’t want to get them dirty…

“It’s fine. She has plenty of clothes. This set’s yours now. Eva chuckled, placed the lemon tea on the table, and left.

Adriana got dressed and glanced at herself. Her legs were long and pale, but the shorts exposed all her bruises and scars from the accident. The sight was honestly a little depressing.

After hesitating for a while, she finally dried her hair and walked out.

Curtis was still in the living room, apparently on a call.

Adriana stayed behind the wall, too scared to interrupt.

Curtis spotted her, ended the call, and picked up the prenup. “Shall we talk?”

Orphans like her were easy to manage. No strings attached, minimal trouble.

“The reason I picked you was because I saw how you handled Matthew at the club. You were patient and attentive. Just the type my grandfather would like. And you’ve turned me down multiple times, which tells me you’re not greedy. But if you want to study abroad, Ill need you to wait until after my grandfather passes, after we divorce.”

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