Chapter 17
Madeline could feel a hint of threat in his sentence, as if he wanted to bind her together with him for the rest of their lives.
But that was impossible, right?
There was no way Lancelot Grant, an heir of an aristocratic family, would want to marry a controversial homewrecker like her.
So she simply giggled as she took it as a joke. "I don’t understand, Mr. Grant. Don’t you think it’s an idiotic move to keep hiring me forever? Your future wife will be jealous," Madeline said. "Besides, once my career really took off, I don’t think you want to associate yourself with me anymore because my infamy might be too much for you to handle."
Lance laughed with her as if he was playing around with the idea, "You seem to underestimate the depth of my connections, Madeline," he said. "But that’s okay. Just say yes to the last requirement, and you’re ready to sign it."
"If I say yes to the last requirement, does that mean I won’t be able to date anyone until you break our contract?" Madeline asked.
"Naturally," Lance replied. "Why would you need another man anyway? Tell me what you want, and I will make it yours."
"Oh, you’re so bold, Mr. Grant. You must’ve been very good at pillow talk," Madeline sneered, knowing this man’s sweet lips were not to be trusted.
"Do you want to try it?" Lance asked suggestively. "Let’s find out if I’m good at pillow talk or not."
"Surely, you’re joking, Mr. Grant," Madeline chuckled. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his warmth as she began to familiarize herself with him. "Fine, I agree with your last requirement. I’m sure you’ll be the first to annul it anyway," Madeline said.