Page 39 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Burying the past meant getting my hands dirty. But trusting her meant keeping them neat.

I finally relaxed my jaws. She knew this. It’s why she had called.

“Okay.”

“…And Damien,” she called just before I ended the call. “Don’t for one second think you don’t deserve another chance to be happy.”

Too late.

I ended the call before slumping in my seat. All I had to do now was keep the media busy. If I played my cards well, I could hold their attention until everything was sorted.

Pushing the half-empty bottle to one side, I blinked a couple of times. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. But whatever haze was suddenly gone.

Returning my attention to the laptop, I opened the lid. The cursor hovered around the screen until I reached the document. The terms and agreement I’d created and she’d reviewed.

My eyes scanned the document. Starting with the first item.

“Cohabitation”: Both parties agree to live together in harmony in the mansion owned by Senior Attorney Damien Knight of Blanchard Legal. With separate rooms, under no circumstance must the other trespass. Except granted permission.

Thankfully she had agreed to this. I already sent Fred to help move her things. They should return at any moment.

“Professional conduct”: Both parties agree to maintain professional conduct outside of the facade. This means no physical touch outside of the public eye.

“Physical touch”: Both parties agree to entertain physical touches from the other in the public eye. Physical touches include holding hands and hugging.

I raised a brow. I hadn’t included the latter bit. Obviously, she did.

Without questioning, I moved to the third.

“Privacy zone”: The party, Miss Rene Walker, is subjected to the East wing and its environs. While Senior Attorney Damien Knight of Blanchard Legals is subjected to the west wing. Under no circumstance must any of the above parties trespass. Except granted permission by the other or in cases of duress. Staring is also considered an intrusion of privacy.

The last part was also not written by me. But I was fine with it.

“Quiet hours”: Both parties agree to respect the quiet hours of the house, which start at 6 p.m. This means that from 6 p.m., both parties should refrain from making sounds with the intent to cause distress.

“Responsibilities”: Both parties have no responsibilities in the house. Cooking and all other responsibilities would be done by the chef, Brenda Peré, and the other staff. However, there is free will for either party to do whatever chores they wish without the intent to disturb the other.

I continued reviewing the document. Then noted the parts she’d made changes to. After adjusting, I was finally satisfied with the result.

The agreement was indefinite. Until Mr. Reynold was capable of handling a pen again.

The sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears. And I listened carefully. There were two.

She had arrived.

I had also briefed Fred on the new arrangements. He would give her a tour of the house. And enunciate the privacy zones.

“…. That wing is the west wing which belongs to Mr. Knight.” Despite Fred’s hushed whispers, I heard him.

“This wing is the East wing which temporarily belongs to you.”

“Thank you, Fred.”

“Oh, and also, ma’am, this door here is Mr. Knight’s study. As you can see, it’s exactly between both wings. I’d advise not to….”

I soon drowned out their voices. Returning my attention to other important documents.

Time passed, and I relieved my eyes of its strain. Where are my glasses?

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