Contractually Yours: The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride
Chapter 124: PULLING HER HEARTSTRINGS

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: PULLING HER HEARTSTRINGS

The mood was just right as the couple ate their food. They both wore smiles on their faces as they stole sneak peeks at each other now and then. They were like teenagers who just confirmed their crush on each other.

Briar was in a good mood; she ate several more bites, making Logan feel that his effort was indeed worth it.

After the meal, the couple moved to the living room where Logan poured red wine, which he had been saving for a long time. He never thought that it would be opened for this purpose. Nevertheless, he was quite happy to take it out.

As long as he could cement her heart, then what would be the loss of drinking it?

None.

Briar had learnt a lot, to be honest, during the time she lived with the Meyers. Although she didn’t drink much, she wasn’t an idiot to not know what she was drinking.

Besides, when she saw the bottle, her eyes constricted as she recalled how Selena once boasted about how they would be drinking this wine on their anniversary and so forth. And yet, here she was, drinking it with Logan.

Her blood was boiling with happiness and a sense of winning. She toasted to Logan several times, a sheepish smile on her face. Logan was intrigued.

Seeing her in the mood, Logan also felt that it was indeed time for him to make his move. The clock was ticking and time waited for no man.

Without further ado, he rose to his feet, forcing Briar, who was getting tipsy with the strong wine to raise her head and look at him dazedly as she asked, "Hubby, are you done drinking already?" puzzled about why he was on his feet when they were having fun.

Logan’s lips curled upward as he reached his hand to ruffle Briar’s short hair, earning a disgruntled grunt from her.

"Not really. Wait for me here. I will be back in a second," he replied to her softly, doting in his tone, making Briar grin sheepishly in return.

She squinted her eyes as she looked at him and motioned for him to go with a wave of her hand.

Briar watched dazedly as he left the living room, each stride more powerful than the last. She clicked her tongue in amazement as she watched his long legs wrapped in those pants.

’Will I be able to see them for real, this time?’ she wondered curiously as her eyes cleared as if she wasn’t the one who was tipsy a moment ago.

[Tche, hypocrite!]

Briar smirked when she heard that voice in her head and retorted, ’Don’t act as if you don’t like it!’

[Do we have a choice?]

Upon hearing that, a sinister glint flickered in her eyes and responded, ’You have no choice indeed! We are stuck for life!’

After saying that, the voice in her head completely vanished, and she clicked her tongue, thinking to herself how easy it was to scare those ancestors away with a few words.

With her mind no longer occupied with other thoughts, she looked in the direction where Logan vanished and started wondering what was on his sleeves. Just what did he want to do? She was curious.

And the answer to that was known shortly as Logan reappeared. Briar swallowed hard as she blinked her eyes looking at Logan who looked like Aphrodite when he appeared.

Why did he look like a nymph after not seeing him for a short moment?

The man who left with his buttons buttoned all the way to the top and wearing a jacket suddenly reemerged without the jacket and with two unbuttoned buttons, revealing a piece of skin she loved so dearly.

It was as if he was teasing her. Giving and showing her just enough to get her curious and keep on feeling the itch. Was he doing that on purpose?

She gritted her teeth in frustration. What was the point of all this teasing when, at the end of the day, he wouldn’t even go anywhere?

Was he trying to test her patience?

Logan smirked as he watched all those changes on her face. How could she be this open and very bad at masking her thoughts?

However, seeing that, at least when they were together, he didn’t seem to mind.

In his eyes, right now, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He just needed to get over this part and then they would be together for real.

He soon reached her, and she raised her head, looking at him with dazed eyes. The wine should still be in her system. She was a bit tipsy and, with her desire for him, she looked even more drunk and very enchanting.

Logan sat next to her instead of the sofa he had been sitting on before he had left earlier.

Briar looked at him shyly, her body flushing and the heat spreading to Logan.

’What does he want to do? Can’t he do it fast? Damn!’ with a shy smile on her face, Briar cussed and wished for Logan to speed up a bit. She was about to rust with the waiting.

Logan’s lips curled upwards, seeing the reaction that he was starting to love, and reached out for her hands. Briar shyly let him hold her hand while doing her best to keep her gaze locked on him.

"Hubby ..... you ..... do you have something to say? You are making me shy?" seeing how he wanted to drag this moment forever, Briar decided to take matters into her own hands.

Logan chuckled heartily when he heard that. How could she be so cute?

"Hehe, how are you like a worm in my intestines?" he asked teasingly in response to her question.

And then he watched as Briar lowered her head in shyness. He couldn’t help but raise her head with his fingers on her chin.

As he lifted her head, the choker around her neck attracted his attention once again and the heat raging inside his body flared.

Sensing the changes in his body, Logan knew that he didn’t have time to play here. He needed to be swift and get this over with. Why was he being sentimental like a youth?

Briar pretended not to have seen what was going on with Logan and responded shyly, "If I was, I wouldn’t have asked you," her voice on the lower side.

Logan wasn’t expecting such an answer. It made him chuckle for a moment.

He released her hand and her chin at the same time as he said, "Indeed, but don’t worry, I will make you one. You must be my worm!" his tone was full of teasing.

Briar puffed her cheeks as she looked away. If her skin was pale, she would be so red like a tomato.

Logan chuckled upon seeing that. As she puffed while not looking his way, he put his hand in his pocket and retrieved a small box.

However, as soon as that small box was in the open, the puffed-up Briar looked his way and a smile blossomed on his face.

Briar’s eyes widened as she looked at the box and her thoughts once again were written all over her face.

Logan, seeing that, was glad that his efforts were being appreciated. Although she didn’t know what was inside, the light in those eyes was enough to show that she would love anything as long as it was him who gave it to her.

At this moment, Briar’s heart and mind were in a turmoil of happiness. She didn’t know what was in that box, but whatever it was, she couldn’t wait to get it.

’Is it a ring? How many carats is it? Will it be big? But what if it’s not a ring? Could it be a bracelet or an anklet? What is it like?’ her mind was chaotic but the happy kind.

As for whether Logan would see her visible happiness and wonder about other things, she didn’t care.

She just wanted to see whatever was inside that box as soon as possible.

As if hearing her thoughts, Logan opened the box as his baritone voice rang in her ears. "Dear, that night, we talked about a lot of things and understood your culture. I wanted to fulfil that ritual and make you feel complete."

When those words rang in her eyes, Briar raised her head and looked at Logan as her eyes started reddening.

Although she had guessed that he might do so after the conversation with her friends, it was still unreal that he was truly doing so.

If he does this, it means that he is truly taking her as his wife. Although she had been acting like this, confessing her love and making her affection for Logan known. The truth was still out there; they were still contractual spouses.

She was someone who signed the contract, and in three years, they would be divorced. For a fake marriage like them, there was truly no need for him to do this for her.

She didn’t know if his feelings for her were that of love or anything else. However, she didn’t really care. After all, she was determined to make him love her wholeheartedly, without fail.

She just didn’t expect that he would do this for her. Especially when she saw the anklet in that box with his name clearly visible for her to see.

He was really marking her as his. How could she not feel obsessive and possessive over him when he was pulling her strings like that?