After Swapping Marriage with My Sister, I Married the CEO

The cost of the intensive care unit was six thousand dollars a day. By the third day of my grandmother's stay, my only savings of twenty thousand dollars had been used up.

I couldn’t get through to Ivy on the phone, so I sent her a message saying that I was going to sign a gift agreement with Grace.

Sure enough, she showed up at the coffee shop where we had agreed to meet on time.

I agreed to marry Grace's son Leonard, and Ivy was satisfied to receive five million dollars, but the condition was that she had to use half of the money to treat our grandmother's illness.

Ivy readily agreed. Rather than being unhappy about losing half of her money, I believe she was happier to see the miserable state I would be in after marrying Leonard.

A week later, Grandma was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward and was out of danger.

Leonard and I got our marriage certificate and moved into the villa that Grace bought for us.

On my wedding night, I laid out a whiteboard, pens, and a stack of advanced mathematics textbooks that I had prepared in advance.

When Leonard came out of the bathroom, his face turned as pale as frost.

I felt a little pleased with myself.

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously,

"What are you going to do?"

Possibly because I had set the temperature in the bedroom too high,

He walked to the bedside, picked up a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

I lay on the mattress, sitting like a well-behaved student, tilting my head and looking at him calmly. "Of course, let’s play some exciting games that only adults are qualified to play—calculus."

Calculus.

Leonard frowned even more tightly as he watched me eagerly walk to the whiteboard and write a bunch of f(x) equations.

"Where should we start?" I paused and blinked at him. "Partial equations? Differential equations? Or limit derivatives? Newton and Leibniz are all entry-level. How about I give you some more difficult ones? Yang-Mills existence and mass gap hypothesis, or Navier-Stokes equations. Have you read them?"

However, the next second, these vicious numerical formulas from my mouth were fiercely sealed by two warm lips!

"No...wait!"

I didn't understand the situation at all.

I pulled myself away from his soft, aggressive kiss and took a breath. "Leonard, this isn't how your wedding night should be!"

He wrapped his strong arms around me and looked at me with affectionate eyes.

"Do you know how sexy it is when you say the Navier-Stokes equation? I just want to study the limiting negative distance deviation with you now."

Limit?

Negative...negative distance?

Oh my goodness!

On the morning after my wedding, I woke up in Leonard's tight embrace.

He was probably too tired from last night and hadn’t woken up yet.

The sunlight filtered through the gap in the clear white curtains and fell on his thick eyelashes,

causing a slight tremor with his breath.

My face flushed as I recalled every detail of last night, feeling confused.

Is Leonard the pervert that Ivy mentioned?

Although he was a bit crazy and perverted when he tormented me last night,

he would kiss me tenderly, listen carefully to my feelings, and considerately carry me to the bathroom to wash up afterward.

Apart from the fact that his rhythm seemed to follow the Fibonacci sequence, it didn’t seem as terrible as Ivy said, right?

Could it be that he saw that I was well-prepared, so he let me off on purpose to test my background?

I slowly pulled out my multi-functional self-defense bag from under the pillow and checked the pepper spray, Swiss Army knife, stun gun, and other items inside.

At that moment, Leonard suddenly opened his eyes. I forced a smile and said "Good morning" to him.

I forced a smile on my face and said "Good morning" to him.

But I didn’t expect Leonard to suddenly pounce on me like a madman, his eyes red, his hands tightly gripping my neck!

"I’m not, I’m not trash! If you dare say that again, I’ll kill you!"

"If you dare say that again, I'll kill you!"

I was stunned by his sudden attack and fell backward, my hands tightly clasped around Leonard’s wrists. "No, don’t... Leonard, let go...let go..."

"no, no..."

"Leonard, let go...let go..."

Just when I thought I was about to be strangled to death, he suddenly seemed to snap back to his normal self.

He picked me up, but I was coughing so hard I could barely breathe.

"Elaine, I...I just..."

"Don't touch me!"

I was still in shock. How could I dare let him touch me?