Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 313 - 312: Such a Noisy Mouth, Let’s Shut It Up

Chapter 313: Chapter 312: Such a Noisy Mouth, Let’s Shut It Up

But Mia just believed it, which goes to show that drinking really lowers your IQ; if you’re not careful, you’ll end up being a bit of a fool.

Mia was probably quite drunk, and as she slept, she suddenly remembered the gossip she had seen, instinctively ignoring Jensen Sterling coming over, which made her feel unhappy once again.

So she opened her phone to search, but how should she search? Mia tilted her head and pondered for a long time.

Typing "Jensen" was definitely not an option. Even though she was drunk, she knew she couldn’t randomly search that name.

So what should she use? Mia thought it over for a while, then dramatically typed in "hubby."

A contractual husband is still a husband, so it’s not a problem at all. Mia even thought she was both clever and mischievous.

As for what she found: Swap out the husband.

Mia thought about it for a long time: This doesn’t seem feasible, the agreement doesn’t allow it, so she decisively dismissed it.

Fight with the gossip subject?

Mia: That doesn’t seem feasible either. She definitely wouldn’t want to fight Chloe Young. Besides, what if she accidentally injured Chloe—would she have to pay? That wouldn’t be okay.

Exhume the dead?

Mia: Forget it; she wouldn’t dare to exhumate Mr. Jensen.

Looking around, Mia’s eyes lit up when she saw a comment about a suitcase. Brilliant idea! She imagined the effect of suddenly popping out from inside when the two meet.

But she seems to be in another province? No problem; she could sit in the suitcase, have someone carry her back, and surprise them.

She really is a clever little rascal.

And thus, the current scene unfolded, completely unaware that her actions were rather brainless.

After reading, Jensen Sterling closed his phone. When he looked up, he saw Mia gazing at him with wide, sparkling eyes.

Jensen helplessly lifted her out of the suitcase, placing her gently back on the bed. "No need to scare them; there’s no gossip."

Mia immediately frowned, "That’s nonsense, there is gossip—I saw it."

As if trying to prove her point, she reached out to grab her phone to show him.

Jensen continued to gaze at Mia steadily, his eyes deep, remaining silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Mia, why are you so angry?"

Why are you acting so angry now? Aren’t you normally indifferent to this kind of thing?

When Jensen arrived, he saw Mia’s tablet and all her replies, but based on Mia’s messages to him and their subsequent meeting,

She consistently showed a cheerful demeanor, no hint of unhappiness, no tantrums, and never mentioned that seeing these things upset her.

It seemed like everything was as usual, though there were differences—she had replied to those comments.

But only in places he wouldn’t see; if he hadn’t come this time, he might never have known.

And outwardly, she seemed to diligently uphold the terms of their agreement.

So, Mia, why? Could it be that you also have enough affection for me now?

Mia listened to him, why?

She was upset because she was upset—what’s with all the whys, so troublesome.

Moreover: "Who are you? Who gave you the right to question me?" she said gruffly.

Jensen: "I’m Mr. Jensen, don’t you recognize me anymore?"

With Jensen’s reminder, Mia seemed to recall, a memory slipped back, and she smiled, poking him, "Oh right, I remember now, it’s Mr. Jensen."

"Hello, Mr. Jensen..." After yawning, she continued to say, "I’m sleepy, I want to sleep now."

Saying that, she moved as if to lie back down.

Jensen hurriedly steadied her, coaxing, "Mia, tell me, why are you angry? Tell me, and then you can sleep."

Having her slumber interrupted, Mia reached out and waved her hands in frustration, "You’re so annoying."

"Is it because you like me, so you get angry when you see gossip about me with others?"

Mia’s awareness was fading; after such a fuss, she was genuinely sleepy now.

Yet, deep down, she felt she didn’t want to answer the question, so she kept repeating how annoying he was.

Seeing this, Jensen lowered his eyes, chuckling softly, his voice resonating magnetically. Mia, leaning against him, could even feel the vibration in his chest.

"Alright, I won’t bother you anymore."

After saying that, he continued, "Mia, aren’t you sleepy? Just say you like me, and then you can sleep."

After all, Mia was rarely drunk—missing this chance might mean waiting unknowingly long till the next. Naturally, Jensen wouldn’t let such a golden opportunity pass.

Mia had already closed her eyes, thoughts drifting about: "Mmm... I like you."

The last few words were barely audible, akin to a mosquito’s buzz, so Jensen actually didn’t catch them.

He continued coaxing her: "Mia, dear, your voice is too soft, say it again."

Mia was immediately displeased—today’s Mr. Jensen was so annoying, always talking when she was sleepy.

"Stop talking, otherwise... otherwise I’ll just kiss you." Her eyes were still shut, but her tone was fiercely firm.

Mia: Any more words, and I’ll stop your mouth from babbling.

Hearing this, Jensen’s grip on her tightened momentarily, his voice slightly hoarse, "Kiss me?"

To Mia’s ears now, his voice sounded like a provocative challenge.

Mia was both sleepy and unable to sleep, somewhat irritated, she struggled to open her eyes.

She was so annoyed—he kept talking; she wanted to block his mouth.

Then, with immense determination, her pitch-black eyes focused directly above her head.

After observing for a couple seconds, she suddenly sat up, lunging forward.

It was a real collision.

Jensen’s movements instantly froze; his lips were sensitive, feeling the subtle touch distinctly, tingling and electric like a current running straight to the brain.

...

With Mia’s irritable sleeplessness, her movements were quick and forceful.

Her mind was solely fixated on blocking his mouth so she could rest.

Though she collided forcefully, it was somewhat painful.

Mia frowned slightly, her tongue brushing briefly against her lips, then she moved to back away.

But she had just delivered herself here—now backing away? Jensen wouldn’t easily let this moment slip by.

His large hand pressed against the back of Mia’s head, his palm was broad, the fingers distinct, exerting strength to keep her close, kissing her again with an untamed intensity, allowing no retreat.