I Became Rich After Marriage

That night, I tossed and turned in bed for more than an hour.

While I knew that Shaun could indeed afford to give me two million dollars, his word alone was not enough. Two million was not a small sum. What if he refused to keep his promise?

Or what if he remembered the past and forgot the present?

I thought that the risk was too great, so I got out of bed and worked overnight to write an official letter of guarantee.

The next day, I woke up early and threw away all the coke in the fridge. Then, I went downstairs to get water and breakfast for Shaun.

When I got home, Shaun was lying on the couch in a night robe. He must have just gotten up. But his eyes were closed, and it seemed like he had fallen asleep again.

I carefully put my stuff down and got a blanket for him.

Generous bosses like him were rare, so I had to treat him well.

Shaun was good-looking and had long, shapely legs. I could even see a V-line under his abs.

He was even better looking than the men who loved showing off their figures online.

I was ogling him shamelessly like a total pervert.

“Are you done staring?”

When did he wake up?

I had been caught! How embarrassing!

I chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah…”

Before my voice trailed away, he shot me a sharp look. I hurriedly said, “You keep yourself in excellent shape. You look much better than even celebrities. I can’t get enough of it.”

Shaun tilted his head in satisfaction. “If you can’t get enough of it, want to touch it?”

‘Why are you tugging on your robe’s belt as you say that?!’ I screamed internally.

His V-line was very tantalizing.

I swallowed hard and looked at him as if to ask, “Are you okay with that?”

He gave me a look as if to say, “Of course! We’re legally married, after all.”

Married…

That brought me back to reality. “You can continue to sleep. Here’s a blanket for you so that you don’t catch a cold.”

That was close. I nearly destroyed our pure transactional relationship because of lust.

Shaun shot me a strange look, but he said nothing. He just went off to eat his breakfast.

But he did not even fix the belt of his robe. He was still flaunting his assets all over the place.

I kept my eyes down, but he tapped on the table. “Tell me a joke.”

Did all employers have such strange hobbies?

“I’ll pay you one hundred thousand per joke.”

All I needed to do was treat my employer’s hobby as my goal and just do it.

“A long, long time ago, a patient went to see a therapist and told him that he felt like a bird. When the therapist asked him when he had started feeling that way, the patient replied, ‘Since I was a chick.’”

That was followed by an awkward silence.

“Hand me the blanket. That joke was so bad that I’m covered with goosebumps now.”

I felt like crying, but I still handed him the blanket. I also got him the letter of guarantee.

“Could you sign this?”

“Well, well… color me impressed.” Shaun sounded amused. By the sound of it, he found this more hilarious than the joke I told him just moments ago.

“Where’s the ink pad?”

I was taken aback. He said, “For a thumbprint. What if I sign now but claim it’s false later?”

That made sense.

I hurried to the study to get the ink pad and praised him. “You’re amazing, Mr. Lowell. You think of everything so meticulously.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Shaun grabbed the wet wipes I handed to him as well and wiped his hands clean. “I’ve put my thumbprint on this, so call me ‘honey’.”

“Honey.” Anyone who still hesitated after this was surely a fool.

Shaun seemed satisfied. “Good. Now, eat quickly. We’re going out in a moment.”