Henry gave Monique a belittling look. “You don’t want her hurt but extracting verbal promises is useless? Do you think there’s a higher power keeping track of all this? Are you dumb?” he taunted while petting her head.
His words hit her like a brick. “You’re right! I should get you to sign an agreement!”
Henry glared at the woman. Did she really think he was a big bad wolf who eats children?
Was he that loathsome?
Did she suffer from persecutory delusions?
Monique knew her request was out of the blue but the man was fickle-minded. She was insecure about her standing in his life. “Dearie, why don’t you sign an agreement? You already promised you wouldn’t hurt her, the agreement is just assurance for me,” Monique said coquettishly.
It was rare for Monique to be flirtatious which made the display somewhat comical. She truly was willing to do anything for Angel.
He would get Mandy to draw up the marriage agreement and include this.
“I’ll get it done tomorrow,” Henry said.
“Really?” Monique’s lips were curled into a sincere smile as her eyes widened in joyful surprise. She looked like a child who stumbled upon candy. “The noodles will be cold, eat up!”
Henry let out a huff. “All this talk has ruined my appetite.”
To be honest, he was still hungry. He had tasted Monique’s cooking before and found it to be quite to his taste. The tantalizing smell of the instant noodles wafted to his nostrils.
His stomach grumbled.
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