Chapter 4 The Dramatic First Kiss

While Layla was changing her clothes in the bathroom, Clark received a call from William Benwick. When he heard his words, Clark's brows furrowed as he stared at the closed door.

"Mr. Smith, Sandra Reed has been dating Ross Lawrence, the eldest son of the Lawrence family. She has agreed to the marriage despite it. Something seems fishy. You better be careful."

William was Clark's most competent assistant. If he said so, then Clark had no doubt something was wrong with Sandra.

The worse part was that the woman had touched his private part during their first meeting. And she even had deliberately come out of the shower in nothing but her bath towel.

At the thought of it, Clark's jaw tightened. He turned his wheelchair around and headed to the study.

When Layla came out of the bathroom, a document lying on the table attracted her attention. Clark was sitting in the wheelchair, wearing a bathrobe. A blanket was sprawled on his knees. "Sign it," he said haughtily.

"What's this?" Layla picked up the document, frowning.

Seeing the expression on her face, Clark said, "I don't care why you agreed to marry me. Sign this agreement to avoid trouble in the future."

Layla read the prenuptial agreement from beginning to end, not missing a word. It listed a series of issues, such as property distribution between the two and how they would live their marriage life.

First, the property of the two parties before marriage would remain their individual assets.

Second, the two should seem like a loving couple to the world. Both parties should refrain from doing anything that might spark rumors about their broken relationship, nor could they interfere with each other's private lives.

Finally, when either party proposed a divorce, the other should agree without protest.

At the end of the document was a supplemental term that read: The wife is strictly forbidden from seducing her husband through any means.

Layla's jaw dropped in shock when she read that. How could Clark be so shameless? Her face reddened with rage.

What gave him the confidence to add such a condition? His empty wallet? Why would anyone seduce him or covet his assets when he was about to be broke and penniless?

"What's this? It's unfair!" Layla grunted unhappily. "The last condition states that I can't seduce you. Likewise, you can't force me to have sex with you under any circumstance."

"Stop dreaming," Clark mocked. "I'm not interested in country bumpkins like you."

"Then, I'll add another condition to this agreement. You can't file a divorce within two years of our marriage. As long as you promise this marriage will last for at least two years, I will sign the agreement."

Her grandmother's follow-up treatment would take about two years. If Layla managed to be with him until then, the Reed family would continue to bear the medical expenses.

"Do you have a crush on me? Are you going to use these two years to make me fall in love with you?"

Annoyed by his humiliation, Layla grunted, "Don't worry. I will never fall in love with you. And I advise you not to fall in love with me either."

"You?" Clark guffawed, looking her up and down as if he had heard a big joke.

Even so, he asked the butler to add the clause in the agreement.

Soon, the butler prepared a new agreement. After reading every term, Layla signed the agreement. "Okay. We will pretend to be a couple from now on."

Clark signed the agreement and asked the butler to take it to the lawyer for notarization. Once the butler left, he reached out to Layla. "Help me change my clothes."

It was getting dark, so he wanted to change into his pajamas and go to bed.

However, Layla refused.

"We are just a nominal couple. I don't have to help you with this." Letting out a sigh, she turned to look at the sofa beside her. She decided to make do with it tonight.

"But I don't believe you can pretend to be a good wife in front of others."

"Why? What's so hard about that?"

Layla walked to the wardrobe and took a silk nightshirt from it. Then, she came to Clark and quickly opened the collar of the bathrobe. Gripping the bottom of the bathrobe, she forcefully yanked it downward to remove it.

"Damn it! What are you trying to do?" Clark asked through gritted teeth. He didn't expect her to be this rude.

"Shh... Be quiet!" Layla continued to try tugging the bathrobe out. She tried removing the bathrobe but failed. Layla frowned and put one arm around Clark's shoulder and the other under his knees. Then, she bent over and lifted him off the wheelchair, intending to put him on the bed.

Clark's eyes widened as he involuntarily draped his hand around Layla's neck. "You..."

However, her legs couldn't withstand the pressure. Her sprained ankle ached. Layla lost her balance and dropped Clark on the bed. Afraid that he might fall on his back, Clark instinctively grabbed her collar.

However, he ended up dragging Layla along with him.

Before she knew what happened, Layla fell on Clark, and their lips pressed together.