There was none. She remained completely indifferent, staring at his face as if he was talking about weather.
“There’s one more thing,” he added coldly. “No one is allowed to know about this marriage. If you tell anyone—even a word—you’ll pay one hundred million dollars as compensation.”
Sophia folded the document neatly and clasped her hands behind her back, meeting his gaze without flinching.
‘He’s already told me all of this twice—once when we first met, and again at the marriage bureau,’ she thought irritably. ‘And now he’s saying it again, as if I might forget this marriage is nothing more than a contract.’
“If you have a problem with it, then we—” Magnus began.
Before he could finish, Sophia suddenly stepped forward.
Magnus froze, breath catching as she entered his personal space. For a split second, he didn’t know what she was about to do—her nearness unsettling in a way he hadn’t expected.
Her hand lifted, brushed against his chest, and slipped into the inside pocket of his suit. Magnus went completely still, pulse jumping, eyes fixed on her fingers as she calmly drew out the pen he had tucked there.
Without hesitation, she placed the document flat on the dining table and leaned over it, signing swiftly.
The moment she finished, she straightened to her full height, turned on her heel, and walked back toward him.
Magnus stood frozen, watching as she reached up, slid the pen back into the pocket of his suit, then lifted the signed document from the table and placed it into his hand.
“Mr. Graves,” she said quietly, a genuine, calm smile on her face, “I agree to all the terms.”
She paused.
“And I don’t want the villas,” she added. “You can keep them.”
Disbelief flickered across his face, quickly followed by suspicion.
‘Let’s see if you say the same thing after three months,’ he thought arrogantly.
He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at her. “Remember this clearly. This is just a contract marriage.” His voice hardened. “I only agreed to this marriage to put an end to my mother’s constant pressure. I won’t love you. Don’t expect anything more.”
Sophia looked at him calmly, completely unbothered, the faint smile still on her lips.
“I understand, Mr. Graves,” she replied evenly.
His eyes flickered with surprise.
He had expected resistance. Anger. At least disappointment.
“I won’t care about you,” he continued, his tone losing some of its edge without him realizing it. “And you’re not allowed tocare about me either. We’ll mind our own business. You won’t interfere in my personal life or my decisions.”
As he watched her, irritation stirred in his chest. She must be furious, he thought smugly. ‘After everything she did to marry me—after all the effort to get me—now that she’s finally my wife, how could she possibly accept this so easily? Hearing that I won’t be a proper husband, that there will be strict terms, must have enraged her.’
He was already prepared for an argument. After all, marrying him only to be told she had no rights over him should have provoked some reaction.
He squared his shoulders, his face cold, and continued, “Even if you want to—”
“Mr. Graves,” Sophia interrupted.
Still smiling, she picked up her phone from the table, met his eyes, and said in the same composed tone, “Don’t worry. I agree to everything,” she said evenly. “I don’t have the time to care about you either. Please feel free to play around as you like.”
Shock flashed across Magnus’s face.
Sophia didn’t stop. With the same calm tone, she added, “Alright. I’ll head back to the room now. I need to sleep. Good night.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
