I peeked at Ares, then back at the contract. I'm utterly speechless; my tongue is literally tied right now.
This is unbelievable, but the document right in front of me said otherwise, and it was a glimpse of what I was getting myself into.
"A contract…" My voice came off in a mere whisper. "Shocking."
"I told you arrangements will be made."
I suddenly recalled that night when I signed the marriage contract, so this is what he meant by that.
"I didn't realize fucking Ares King requires a contract."
The Devil smiled, and a shiver ran up my spine. Forget when I said that Ares can be the simplest person sometimes; he's borderline complicated, and digging through the ice that enclosed him was the height of insanity.
"Take a look."
"And if I don't want to?"
"Your choice."
I inhaled and exhaled sharply, descending my gaze back to the document, breath shaky as my eyes read the words.
