No properties, no land, no stocks or gold.
In case of divorce, she would depart with nothing.
Kyson scrutinized her, raising an eyebrow.
âAre you certain you want no compensation? Iâm not a miser.
Youâve resolved a significant issue for me.
Even if you desired billions, a house on Central Street, or substantial company shares, I would provide them.
After the divorce, you could live comfortably as a wealthy woman.
â
Dulcie shook her head, her voice resolute and dignified.
âIâve stated that all I desire is you, Mr.
Shaw, and your heart.
I will fulfill all your demands this year, but I will also strive to win your affection.
If I fail, I will depart without anything and go home, never to trouble you again.
â
Strive to win his affection? Kyson chuckled.
It was the first instance he had heard a woman discuss seduction so candidly and earnestly.
Yet, it didnât strike him as odd.
Instead, he found it rather intriguing.
âItâs your choice.
I just hope you wonât regret it.
â
Kyson then took a pen and signed his name before carefully putting away the contract.
Dulcie stood up and said somewhat stiffly, âIâll be on my way now.
You can call me when itâs time to get registered.
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âDo you want to go back to that cramped little apartment?â Kyson asked jokingly.
âIt really doesnât take a long time to get registered.
Weâll go to the courthouse tomorrow.
You could stay here tonight and get used to what the upcoming year will look like.
Iâll take the bed while you take the sofa.
â
Dulcie hesitated before agreeing.
It was reassuring to know they wouldnât have to share the same bed.
Howeverâ¦
âAre we going to the courthouse tomorrow morning? Isnât it too soon? My mother is from Cadiered, but Iâm from Tuborg.
My birth certificate is in Tuborg,â Dulcie said.
Kyson lit another cigarette, took a drag, and said, âI hate procrastinating things.
The sooner this is done, the better.
Regarding your birth certificate, Iâve sent someone to Tuborg.
Your things will be here by tomorrow.
â
Realization dawned on Dulcie, and she said, âSo you already assumed I was going to sign the agreement.
â
âIt was just a matter of time,â Kyson simply said.
Dulcie was dumbstruck.
She wondered how her family would take it when they were told that she was getting married.
The smell of the cigarette grew overwhelming, threatening to choke her.
She snatched it out of Kysonâs mouth.
âYou have to stop smoking, Mr.
Shaw.
It does terrible things to your body.
â
Kyson glared at her, saying, âWe arenât married yet, but you think you have the right to meddle in my business?â
âWellâ¦â Dulcie shrank at his glare.
âI was just doing what a wife should do.
After all, I have to rehearse being your wife so I donât screw it up and embarrass you,â she said.
Kyson looked away but said nothing.
He did not light another cigarette.