However, the request was sort of unexpected.
"Would you become my contracted wife for two years."
This had been a difficult thing for Tom Bradley to orate, but more complicated for Janeth to accept, let alone expect. Looking at the series of complicated expressions flushing on her small cute face, Tom was alarmed that he had started with a very high gear. He quickly tried to explain it.
"It is mainly for my grandma´s health to show that I have a wife. We can as well make it one year." Tom added.
Hearing the elucidation, she was rather touched. What a filial grandson. She understood better than anyone else the importance of a grandparent, after all she was raised by such.
"Fine." She concerted, though her mind was already racing on how to handle this. All could be handled, but her major worry was about a certain three-year old child. He was a clear cut out replica of this man! Should she do a plastic surgery? She wondered! Where was she going to hide it for a full year. Never mind! She would cross the bridge after reaching the river.
"Sign here," a voice brought her out of her train of thoughts.
A contract had been drafted within very few minutes. She signed on the second page without thinking much. She unconsciously trusted this man fully. Its not like he would traffic her.
Meanwhile, a certain somebody smiled elatedly. What a smart woman! He suddenly praised his intelligence. He had drafted the clause that the marriage would last one hundred years.
He was just prepared to call it an auto-corrected mistake and some other litanies of apologies. However, the small woman didn't even read through. Great! This revenge was enough for him.