Lily Shaw curled her lips into a devilish smile, with a gleam of mischief flashing in her eyes. She looked up at the man standing in front of her, eagerly anticipating the moment Eldest Young Master Grant would taste the revealing dumplings.
The man standing in front of her suddenly reached out and hugged her, the unexpected move startled her, and she looked up at Eldest Young Master Grant with confusion in her eyes: "What's wrong?"
"Wife, you're smiling so devilishly." Eldest Young Master Grant held her slender waist tightly, gazing lovingly at the top of her head.
The instant she said he was merely a "contract husband," his heart was filled with pain.
But once his emotions settled and rationality returned, he reconsidered.
The woman in his arms, Lily Shaw, was never the type to be unfeeling; she was straightforward by nature.
