Chapter 13: Dead Eyes
Yera stared directly into Xander’s eyes. They were having coffee at the cafe on the ground floor of their building. She handed him the contract and said, "I will sign it as soon as you revise it according to my corrections. It’s all written there."
Xander almost jumped for joy as happiness crept over him. He cursed his assistant, Ron, for his pessimistic reaction last night. He smiled sweetly at Yera before he took the contract from her hand.
He would read it later. As long as Yera agreed to sign it and marry him, then that would be enough.
"I will check it later and give you a copy of the revised version soon. By the way, what will your next plan be? I mean you should keep me in the loop. I must not be left in the dark for us to succeed," Xander said, still smiling at her.
He loved looking at Yera’s face because it was small and adorable. She looked younger than her actual age.
Her facial features were the complete opposite of her personality. She looked so cute and fragile on the outside. Someone you would be mistaken of thinking to be the meek type. But in all actuality, she was as prickly as a hedgehog.
"Yes, please do so. And let me be clear in case you check it... About the duty of a wife, I assume that you were referring to me displaying the duty of a wife whenever we are out in public, right? It’s just for show? I have to be sure that we are on the same page about this. Please see to it that we will sleep in separate rooms. You will never touch me unless it’s needed for the sake of show..." Yera demanded with her arms crossed over her chest.
She saw Xander’s smiling face, but his eyes were a bit narrowed now, so she quickly added, "I don’t like you, Xander. From way before I was Deyna, when I was still just Yera Han. Just hearing your name irked me. I’m sorry, but I just want to be honest with you."
Xander observed her while tapping his fingers on the table. "Such a contrast," he mumbled after a while before he took a sip of his coffee.