Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Chapter 4 The Reason for Choosing Her
It was Kerwin. A card was held between his fingers.
“Miss White, I know that girls fancy weddings and rings. I’m sorry for not having time for such things. If you like rings, buy one on
your own.”
The cool voice of the man came from the side. Betty turned around and met Kerwin’s unfathomable obsidian eyes.
“I’m fine.” Betty waved her hand “That doesn’t really matter.”
She had passed the age of pursuing romance. What was more, she didn’t want to owe him anything although he was her
nominal husband.
“You need a ring,” Kerwin said in a bland tone, grabbed Betty by the wrist, and placed the card in
her palm.
As soon as their skin contacted, a stream of warmth passed from the man to her. Betty was dazed.
“Okay.” They were newlyweds after all, and this was a kind gesture. Betty took the card because sheContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

didn’t want to upset him for such a trivial thing.
“I have a meeting to attend in the afternoon, so you have to go on your own,” Kerwin said, still in an
indifferent tone. Although their relationship had changed, his attitude was pretty much the same.
“Okay.” Betty was not frustrated at all since she had never entertained the idea that the other party would dote on her like a real
husband.
“By the way, about the address of my house,” Kerwin remembered something and added, “I’ll send it to your phone. Move in
when it’s convenient for you.”
They exchanged their phone numbers when they went through the marriage process.
“That can wait.” Betty tensed up at the thought of their cohabitation. She hadn’t been ready to live under the same roof with a
stranger.
Met with her flat rejection, Kerwin looked up at her again, and Betty cringed.

Without any comment, he pressed a button on the wheelchair and veered in another direction. “If there’s nothing else, I’m off.”
“Okay,”
Betty watched him get into a black car and then went on her own way.

She called the HR department and told them about her transition to permanent residency in Chicago.
After confirming that the company would assist her in securing insurance for her family, she let out a deep sigh of relief.
Although the marriage was a haste decision, at least, the greatest problem had been tackled. Her mother’s medical bills finally
had a soft landing.
The black Rolls Royce was speeding on the downtown road.
“Have you collected everything?”
In the car, Kerwin Martin mused, his slender fingers tapping the armrest.
His assistant, Frank Brown, nodded before handing him a pile of files. “Yes, here is all the information about Miss White.”
Kerwin took the files and flipped through them.
He skimmed through the content and put the files aside without turning a hair.
Frank hesitated for a moment and asked, “Mr. Martin, do you still want to choose her?”
“Why not? We’ve registered.”
“But...” It took Frank a long time to calculate his words. “This woman is too ordinary, and her past...”
He couldn’t understand why Kerwin was attracted to Betty.
Those girls Kerwin had dated in the past were far superior to Betty in terms of appearance, family background, and manners.
“Because...” Kerwin enunciated, “I don’t like troublesome women and hate mercenaries.”
Frank was stunned,
“She happens to be neither.”