"Six years," Racheal didn't blink. "Yes," the one word heavier than expected, "You don't just bring a stranger into your house and ask for six years in marriage,"
A pause
His voice lowers a bit.
"So tell me... what am I really signing up for?"
For the first time, there was a tiny shift in her expression -almost invincible.
Not emotion
More like... calculation
But underneath that, something quieter
Because now the game has started
Racheal's gaze did not move from him
A second passes.
Then another.
"You ask too many questions."
Her tone was calm.... but it carried weight—a subtle warning.
He didn't look away. Instead, he held the contract up with his finger
"And you give too few answers for someone asking for six years of my life."
Her expression shifted to something closer to irritation
Like she didn't expect him to push this far.
"As I said, I'll clear your name and reclaim what's yours and even money."
A beat.
Then lowers her voice just a little "that should be enough for someone in your position."
And now the tension sharpens again - because she just remanded him of his weakness... while not answering him.