Sofia Hamilton shook her head, "I can't sign!"
At that moment, Ryan Gregory's face darkened, "Say that again!"
His expression was overcast, the thick blackness in his eyes like ink, brimming with dangerous signals.
Sofia deeply felt that if she said it again, he might throw her down from the upstairs...
It really wasn't easy to mess with the heir of a wealthy family—did he have some kind of pathological anger issues?
But she really couldn't sign.
"I... I really can't sign, this... this is too sudden, I can't accept it," she could only say that.
Yet her heart was trembling fiercely; she dared not meet his sharp eyes.
"You have to accept it whether you like it or not, signing this is good for everyone. Don't worry, when we divorce, I'll give you what's due to you," he handed her the pen and impatiently reminded her again.
Sofia awkwardly refused, "No, I won't sign."
"You must sign!"
His voice was decisive, admitting no discussion.
Out of options, Sofia urgently blurted out, "Ryan Gregory, if you keep forcing me to sign this, I'll... I'll tell Grandma!!"
She could see that he cared a lot about Grandma.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have pulled her back to see Grandma before the wedding banquet was even over!
Indeed, her words hit his weak spot. Ryan Gregory's mouth twitched, and he pointed at her with an angry finger, gritting his teeth, "Are you sure you won't sign?"
"I won't sign!"
"Very well! You better not regret it!" he gritted his teeth.
This damned foolish woman, to choose refusal when he had let her set the conditions—she would regret it later!
Angry, Ryan Gregory snatched back the contract from her hands, "Since you won't sign, you'll sleep on the floor tonight."
"Why should I sleep on the floor!" Sofia protested, but he paid her no attention, directly stuffing a blanket into her hands and looking down at her arrogantly with a smirk, "Of course, you could also choose the couch."
"You..."
Her face flushed with anger, while he was completely smug.
Sofia bit her lip in indignation, "The couch it is, better than sleeping with you!"
Anyway, she would only be here for one day!
Tomorrow, she would find a way to leave this place and never have to see this arrogant heir again.
She huffily laid the blanket on the couch and noticing there was no pillow, she went to get one. However, as soon as she approached the bed, her high heels wobbled on the carpet, and she lost her balance, lunging forward.
"Ah..."
She screamed and plunged towards Ryan Gregory, toppling onto him as he sat on the edge of the bed, completely unprepared for her sudden lunge, with no defense, and she pushed him down onto the bed.
In doing so, Sofia was now sprawled on top of him, pinning him to the soft bed.
Shocked, her eyes widened as she closely observed his infuriatingly handsome face.
They were so close that their breaths mingled.
She was pressed against him in a position that was suggestive; at this moment, she was like a starving wolf, pouncing on him.
In his eyes though, there was a playful tease, a curl of his lips, "It seems, saying one thing and meaning another is a common trait among women."
As he spoke, he glanced at her hand resting on his chest, raising an eyebrow, "Are you so eager to sleep with this young master?"
"Who... who wants to sleep with you!" Sofia's face burned bright red like a cooked shrimp, her heart racing uncontrollably, and it felt like all her blood was rushing to her face...