The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: "Pure" Intentions

Interesting.

Not many people who threatened me walked, but I found myself entirely entertained by this display.

Maybe it was the mellow behavior to the fact that I could bury him and his entire farm, yet he looked me in the eye and still attempted to do what it takes.

"I already had to deal with Dan, who broke her heart, and I won’t—"

"That scumbag?"

Walter raised an eyebrow, and I simply took my glass of water for a drink.

"You know Daniel?"

"Yes."

He scoffed. "What’s this? You know everything about your employee’s personal life, too?"

"Let’s say I had to get involved." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to say you got to him first before I could..."

He didn’t sound too pleased by that.

"Maybe."

Walter leaned back on his seat and folded his arms, a smile playing on his lips. "I’ll give you points for that."

"No need, I took care of a scumbag."

He nodded slowly. "I still don’t like you."

"I don’t care."

"Even when I tell you that whatever intentions you have, take them far away from my granddaughter?"

"My intentions are... pure."

Walter chuckled, coughing a little before the sound died out. "Let’s make something clear. I respect my granddaughter’s decisions as an adult, but if you break her heart..." He cocked the rifle. "I’ll hunt you down."

"If you live long enough for that."

"Then my fucking ghost will continue the damn job."

A smile stretched my lips. "Understood."

~☆~

The crickets were louder than usual, the sound of the wind, and the occasional creaks from a faulty window, and the faucet dripped steadily into the sink.

The various noises were keeping me wide awake, and unlike my penthouse, where noise was canceled, this was a whole experience.

I can’t sleep.

I sat up, taking off the blanket Walter was so kind to give me. It was light and did nothing to keep the night cold away.

I got off the couch and turned on the light, observing the living room, seeing pictures on the shelves, a far too busy decor.

I folded my arms as I eyed all of them. From Catherine’s toddler days to when she graduated from MC. So many memories nailed the wall, yet somehow it fits.

Catherine’s parents.

It’s not locked.

I don’t like that look.

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