Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 413 - 412
When Mia Sutton came out, she saw Jensen Sterling sitting on the sofa, holding a magazine, while a camera was pointed at him.
She stood to the side, watching the man on the sofa, and after a long time, she smacked her lips and sighed.
Mr. Sterling is really handsome. No wonder he has so many female fans even if he’s not actively promoting.
The cameraman also noticed Mia and moved a camera toward her in the next second.
Jensen Sterling’s gaze moved from the magazine to glance at her.
"Done washing up?"
Mia Sutton nodded.
Their interaction was truly super everyday but also super sweet, in a natural, cozy way like a married couple.
The viewers were thrilled to see it, and the comments were flying fast.
[I’m fully convinced this show has no script now, otherwise it wouldn’t be this natural.]
[I feel like I could watch their everyday life on my phone all day, it’s just so comfortable.]
[I’m actually curious, is Mia really good at cooking?]
[She should be... not bad, seeing that Jensen Sterling says so.]
Even so, many were skeptical, as celebrities generally don’t cook for themselves, don’t have the time, and many images are just created.
In the camera, Mia Sutton was skillfully handling ingredients.
The woman, wearing an apron, had just washed up and wasn’t wearing makeup, with fingers as white and slender as fine white porcelain.
It made people feel these hands should play the piano, yet now they held a knife, moving swiftly as she cut vegetables with precision.
[Wow, those knife skills are impressive.]
[Judging by this, I think the food she makes can’t be bad.]
[And Mia is really pleasing to the eye, even just watching her cook is a joy.]
[I think I understand why Jensen Sterling likes her. She’s beautiful, does well academically, can sing and dance, acts well, and now can cook too. I’d like her too.]
Even though Jensen Sterling couldn’t contribute much, he still stood by the wall, occasionally handing Mia something.
Minute by minute passed, and the porridge was almost ready. Mia had just picked up a spoon and lifted the lid when a lock of hair playfully fell down.
Mia Sutton: "..." As she was about to put down what she was holding, a hand reached over to tuck her hair back.
"All set."
Mia tilted her head, looked at Jensen, smiled, then turned to scoop a spoonful of porridge from the pot, blew on it, and offered it to him: "Try this, see how it tastes."
Jensen Sterling looked at the girl feeding him, with eyes like crescent moons, then lowered his head to taste a bit.
He lifted his eyes: "It’s delicious."
[Ahhh, Mia is so sweet, this feeding scene is just perfect.]
[Mia might be an all-rounder, she can be on stage, handle the kitchen, act well, and cook well.]
[Shipping a real couple is pure happiness, while other couples need a trip to the registry office, ours... they got their license without us moving; it’s just pure joy.]
With Jensen Sterling’s approval, Mia tasted it herself, squinted happily, indeed worthy of her skills.
Here, it’s all joy and harmony; online, people were either shipping the couple or on their way to shipping, and the stream was lively, comments one after another.
Meanwhile, in another place, the room was dark and messy. Martin Wright sat on the bed, eyes bloodshot, staring at his phone screen.
The image of the couple on screen was clearly heartwarming, but he found it jarring.
She was supposed to be his girlfriend and, in the future, his wife. The one drinking her porridge should have been him!
But now, it’s all someone else’s—the person is his uncle.
Why should he!
Just as he was about to crush his phone, the call came. He looked at the caller ID, impatience flickering in his eyes, but he answered anyway.
"Hello, Chloe, what’s up?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Chloe Young held the phone, asking: "Just wanted to ask, when are you free to go look at wedding dresses?"
Yes, the two of them were already engaged and had originally arranged to look at wedding dresses, but something seemed to have come up on Martin Wright’s side a few days ago, causing a delay.
That they were getting married seemed like a good thing; after all, everyone knew how much Martin Wright liked Chloe Young.
But the truth was each had their own agendas; it was all for their family businesses.
Martin Wright squeezed the phone: "Anytime, you decide." His voice was gentle, but his expression told a different story.
"How about tomorrow afternoon then?"
"Okay."
They agreed on a time and hung up. After the call ended, the page still showed the same live stream.
Martin Wright looked at the screen for a long time, then seemed to laugh: "Mia, if he lost everything, would you still be willing to be his wife?"
Probably not, right...
