The Million Dollar Contract (On Hold)

Chapter 18

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Tristan took her to a diner near the hospital. She hadn't eaten anything and had been crying for hours. Ariel's eyes were sore and now stoned at his cufflinks as she was lost in her own thoughts. She didn't reply even when the waiter cleared his throat to get her attention, Tristan ordered the meal on her behalf.

"Miss. Sullivan, you looked tired. I can drop you home and ask someone to take care of Miles," He offered her sincerely.

Ariel's eyes glanced at him sluggishly, her shoulders slumped down. "No, thank you. He will look for me once he wakes up, I can't have him stressed in this condition," She told him, faking a smile.

Tristan stretched a smile at her reply.

He reckoned she was motherly. How would she treat their children? He imagined her waking them up with a kiss on their heads and preparing them for school. She would love them, care for them and raise them to be incredible human beings. He concluded that after meeting Miles, that he was easy-going, smart and well-mannered.

Also, her pictures captured by his private detectives made him confident about her bonding with kids. It was perceivable that she would give her best in every aspect of their private life.

"Have you made up your mind about signing the contract?" He asked with a tilt in his eyebrow and his fingers twisting the toothpick. She gulped.

"Whenever it is ready,"

"It is ready," he retorted, making her snap her eyes at him. He read what she was thinking.

"Already?" He nodded impassively. Tristan phoned his lawyer in the hospital the next moment after she agreed. An hour later, the lawyer informed him of the completion of the contract.

Ariel opened her mouth but the waiter's presence silenced her in a snap, he quietly served the food and left. Ariel sighed as she looked at the food and gulped the water in one go. It happened in the blink of her eyes, as if he was prepared for it all along. They chopped up their food individually, in dead silence. Minutes later, Tristan's eyes flickered toward her when the clinking of her cutleries didn't make it to his ears. He found her playing with the food.

"Don't tell me you're on diet," He murmured gently, intending the remark to be playful.

"No, I don't feel hungry," She said weakly, filling her lungs with a deep breath. Tristan wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and tugged his seat closer only to stretch his hand toward her plate and make a bite with his cutleries.

He held it out for her to take it. She blinked at the steak dumbfoundedly before flitting her astonished gaze at him and back to the fork. He jutted his chin and silently asked her to take it in. She licked her lips and leaned her mouth to stuff it with the morsel.

Her stomach knotted in an instant as butterflies ran through her insides. No one ever did this for her.

He again sliced a bite and raised it for her to open her mouth. She tried to stop him by touching his hand but he refused. She shyly took the second bite. A dust-pink tint crept from her ears all the way to her toned cheeks.

She was grabbing her cutleries tightly as he continued feeding her, she tried to stop him by lying that she was full but he only took a sigh of relief once her plate was empty.

He, then, turned back to his plate that had stale food on it. He fetched the waiter and told him to take it away.

"I told you I can manage it," She softly scolded him, her gaze following the waiter who took away his meal. He smirked as he turned his gaze at her.