Sir, Once the Baby Is Born, We're Even

[CEO with a hidden condition × young woman hired to bear his child | His late wife's dying wish | Intense push and pull | Groveling pursuit]

He had a hidden condition and had been unable to have a child for three years.

Before his wife died, she signed an agreement for me to bear him a child. Once the baby was born, I was to disappear at once.

Separated by a death and a contract, drawing close was a sin, but staying apart was agony.

He was cold and restrained, clinging to his late wife's memory.

I was sensible and yielding, holding firm to the limits set by our agreement.

But after spending every day together, we couldn't resist our feelings.

His gaze grew hotter, while I grew more and more flustered, trying to avoid him.

When he finally let go of the past and begged me to stay with red-rimmed eyes,

I smiled and handed him the contract. “Sir, once the baby is born, we're even.”

This time, he would be the one chasing me to the point of despair.