The third time was a little dramatic, if Jian Yu had to admit it.
In his whole life, never had he been involved or even thought that he would be involved in a three sided staring contest.
Based on what he had gathered, the contract marriage had not been signed but the both of them were required to meet up as frequently as possible to create some kind of connection. Which brought the both of them in here, at Zero's mansion.
A tea party consisted of only the two of them.
Yet there was nothing pleasant about it. The air was somehow tense and tight, ready to snap at any second.
Clement was sipping her tea quietly, lounging on the Victorian style sofa, with a book in her hand; the tea party had evolved into a study session. Her posture was lax and lazy but her sapphire eyes were not.
They were staring and drilling a hole on the occupant of the opposite sofa.
