Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover

"Is there anything on my face? Why are you looking at me all the time?" Frowning, Wanda stared at Aaron.

"You didn't get good marks in today's exam. I specially came to invite you to dinner to comfort you. At least, you should show a sad expression. Let me have a chance to play my role." Aaron looked at the dishes and desserts ordered by Wanda with disdain. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she came here with the intention of taking advantage of him.

"You don't have to be so polite in front of me. It's not that I didn't get good marks. It could be said that I am the best in failure." Looking at him, Wanda squinted her eyes and smiled, "I've already prepared for the worst. My tutor was not afraid of embarrassment and insisted on recommending me to go there. However, there is one thing indirectly, that I have a better taste than her, ha-ha..."

"If I were your tutor, she wouldn't cry because you embarrassed her. I guess she should have cried well

d. I'm married. Even if I have a baby, it's just a product of an unfortunate marriage. It's not a dark history." Wanda couldn't help but sneer, "Why are you so gossipy, just like the female companions in No.3 Mansion? How could you pull out such a secret thing? I really doubt if you are following me or investigating me secretly."

"It's not as boring as you think. I just saw you there. Forget it. It's good that you don't have a baby. But you should think about what I said just now." Somehow, Aaron felt relieved. He couldn't help smiling and had a good appetite. "Hey, are you a pig? Why do you eat so fast?"

"The upper class like you will never feel the feeling of being poor in the middle class. It's rare that someone is willing to come to me and be slaughtered by me. Of course I have to give you a face so that you can add another honor in the history of your poverty relief. But you don't have to thank me. I can't eat them all. Please pack it. Thank you."