"I understand, Grandfather. I'll do my best!" Silas gritted his teeth. Does that stubborn woman really think she can push me around just because she knows martial arts and handles a scalpel?
Meanwhile, a few sheets of A4 paper sat squarely in front of Susanna Elvis. Her eyes scanned the meticulously drafted marriage agreement, her fingers clenching into tight fists.
The initial clauses seemed standard enough, but as she read through the added conditions toward the end, a wave of fury made her want to punch the man sitting across from her right in the jaw:
I voluntarily agree to provide a monthly living allowance of one million.
The woman is strictly forbidden from touching any of my personal belongings without prior permission.
After marriage, we will maintain separate bedrooms.
No unauthorized visitors or guests may be brought into the apartment.
