The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: High-Class Bullshit

"What other reason could there be?"

A squeezing sensation seized my chest. I had no idea why I asked that or hoped for another reason. It’s not like he had any interest in me from the get-go. This contract started everything.

"Right..." I mumbled. "I’m not meant to make your parents like me. I thought that’d be my priority."

The music turned slow, and the lights dimmed.

"A dance, Mr. King?" I asked. "We have all eyes on us."

Ares swept the place, getting my message. I took his hand and led him to the epicenter, where a few couples engaged in a slow dance.

I positioned his hands on my waist and then placed mine on his broad shoulders, rocking us to the rhythm.

"If I’m not meant to please your parents, then why am I your wife? You did state family reasons and the need to avoid the responsibility of a marriage and everything else that comes with it."

He swirled me so that my back was to his solid chest as he murmured to my ear. "You memorised my words."

"I just have a good memory."

I felt his lips stretched briefly before he swirled me to face him, holding me closer this time.

"Inheritance."

"Inheritance?" I questioned with narrowed eyes.

"It can’t happen if I don’t have a wife or an heir."

My eyes widened. "I’m not making babies with you."

He smiled. "You don’t have to. A wife is important first."

I sighed in relief. However, I couldn’t help picturing little devils that looked like Ares running around. Scratch that.

"My Father doesn’t have long. He wants to see his legacy live on by any means."

His words snapped me out of it, and my expression softened. "I’m sorry about that."

"Don’t be."

Ares remained unfazed even though he had just said something heartbreaking. He pulled some loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Memento Mori."

"Remember you must die," I whispered under my breath. "A-Aren’t you concerned for his health?"

Ares’s silence made me regret asking. Ever since we stepped out of that car, he has been in a foul mood. I knew something weighed on his mind, but I couldn’t tell what.

So I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. I rested my head on his chest. I thought he would pull away, but so far, he hasn’t. I figured I did the right thing.

Right at the corner of my ear, I caught Agatha’s stare before she blinked away and resumed talking with the guests.

~☆~

It hasn’t been up to an hour, but I was already bored to death. High-class events are the worst. Everyone was either talking about big money, drinking champagne, or on the dance floor.

I mean, where is the gist of small talk, laughter, and not Ha Ha Ha like dollars had wings. Where’s the spirit of carefree entertainment and not borderline yawning worthy shits?

What’s her problem?

It was choked up here.

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