"Here you go." Elias handed her the contract, while the both of them were enjoying dinner in one of the restaurant after a long day of work. Laila heaved a sharp sigh before scanning the contents of the document.

While doing so, her index finger followed her eyes, passing through lines and paragraphs until it came to a complete halt towards the end of the line.

"Hm? Mister Gemma, your condition states things such as no falling in love with each other, but why is there no ban on having sex between us?" Elias chewed on the juicy, plump shrimp of the seafood fried rice before giving an answer,

"Well, we are both healthy humans. There will be time when the both of us needs to relief each other, so sex is allowed. It's no different than having a one night stand."

Laila snickered.

"You mean a multiple one night stands for a span of one year?"

Elias chuckled towards that sarcasm, although he didn't utter any words to deny it, or even wanting to revoke that one rule.

Nevertheless, he had a point. Elias Gemma was known for his likes of one night stands, while saying marriage is a burdensome thing. As for Laila Rukart, she just loves herself more than any of her partner before--like a pure born narcissist--in addition of being able to live independently, not having anyone by her side. Although her preference is mostly asexual, she's not one to say no to an enjoyable sex session. Her red lips broke into a half grin, expecting what type of person Elias Gamma is in bed.

She flipped the file to close it before sliding it back onto the table. "Ten days before my period is a no-go, two days after also. Make sure to always wear the rubber and I dislike BDSM."

Elias shot her a look.

"Do I... Look like I love BDSM?"

"We never know." Laila shot her a smirk.

Elias cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his cheeks getting slightly hot. He tried to mask it off by taking another big bite of the fried rice. "...besides, why two days after your period is a no-go?"

"My uterus needs to build up the epithelial wall."

Elias scoffed, and unknowingly choked some of the portion of fried rice in his mouth. While Elias was coughing his throat off, Laila handed him a tissue and poured him some mineral water into a glass.

"That's a first time I heard that."

He cleared his throat--once again--in between his words.

"I've never heard anything about epithelial cells repairing from all of my previous partners. They would usually immediately jumped on me after their period ended."

"Maybe it's because they just simply likes you and your amazing sex. Who knows?" Laila shrugged and returned back to eating her Tom yum.

Elias fell in a daze before he covered his grinning mouth, his face were blushing again from embarrassment, and a little hint of smugness.

"... I'll take that as a compliment." Then he cleared his throat for the last time before again, savoring the dish until it's last bits.

Laila shook her head, snickering as she thought of about her decision of marrying this eccentric man in front of her.

They spent another half an hour to finish their food. before also eating her deep fried fish served with fried rice and some veggies. Occasionally, Laila would cut some fried fish fillet--which was her side dish--and put it on Elias's plate as they ate. After that lavishly fulfilling meal, Elias's driver picked them up.

They were on their way to drop Laila off at her apartment when she said,

"Mister Gemma, are you really sure about all of this contract marriage thing?"

Elias pondered a bit before nodding.

"A bit, yes. I was actually debating on who I should do this contract with, but then I remembered you being single and immediately went for your help."

Lalia narrowed her eyes.

"You better raise my pay just like in the contract."

Elias let out a soft chuckle and nodded an okay.

Shortly after, Laila exited the car as it halted in front of the tall apartment building where her house was located at. She thanked him and the driver before bidding them farewell like she usually does. Then, they parted ways. It was just a brief walk from the front of the apartment building to her house, which located at the fifth floor and faced an amazing view of the night city. Laila sighed in satisfaction when she opened the curtains, and took the time to enjoy the scenery before she went for a bath.

After the usual cycle of shower, bath and hair drying, she slumped onto the fluffy-pillows-infested sofa while again, enjoying the night scenery in her pajamas.

Suddenly she blushed. Frankly, it was nerve-wracking for her to suddenly received a marriage contract just like the ones in the dramas, aside from it being unexpected. Her boss, which she harbor affection towards, wanted to marry her! Even though it was obviously just a farce to get his ex back to him. With that being said, she would love to enjoy those one year fake marriage with her boss and will pour her love at him even if he doesn't love her.

Laila giggled while rolling on top of the mountains of pillows, making some of it scatter around the sofa. She then glanced at the white ceiling, and weaved a happy smile.