In order to keep the dessert shop left by my grandma, I signed a contract to become the contract wife of the ruthless CEO.
He stipulated that I must make dessert for him with my own hands every night, but when I served the strawberry mousse, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "Today's sugar content is too high."
I was about to explain, but he pulled me into his arms and kissed the cream from the corner of my lips: "But the sugar here is just right."
It wasn't until his business rival's banquet that the legendary "White Moonlight" he had never forgotten made a stunning appearance.
I took the initiative to give up my seat, but was stopped by him at the airport.
"The agreement has not expired, who allows you to breach the contract?" His eyes were dark, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP waiting room.
Behind him were the bright lights of the city, and his warm breath brushed his ears: "And, have you forgotten the little boy you coaxed with candy?"
"He has been waiting for you for ten years, not just to be left behind again."
At this time, the huge screen behind him suddenly switched to a huge photo of me - that was the secret photo he took of me when we first met in a dessert shop.
