Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 694 - 361: Extra Story: First Encounter

Skyler Jones gently lifted Christine Quinn’s beautiful chin, "To be honest, I’m really worried."

Christine Quinn tilted her chin, "What if I don’t sign?"

Skyler Jones withdrew his hand and smiled leisurely, "You can try... but maybe, I have other ways to make you comply. I’m just afraid you won’t dare to try."

Christine Quinn shrugged, raising an eyebrow, "A threat?"

Skyler Jones’ smile deepened, "You know what kind of person I am. You like to try, like to play, so I’ll accompany you to try and play slowly."

At that moment, Christine Quinn quickly signed her name in the lower right corner of the agreement, then handed it to Skyler Jones with a mocking smile, "Half a year should be enough to torment you. After all, I can’t waste too much time on you. I need to find a boyfriend, don’t I? Also, it says here that all my living expenses are on you, right? So don’t blame me for being ruthless with your card. Consider the card you gave me yesterday as your first payment... Thank you ’husband’."

Skyler Jones’ face remained emotionless, just a faint smile.

Christine Quinn felt quite good as she snuggled under the blanket.

Skyler Jones got up from the edge of the bed, and the next moment, he lay down next to Christine Quinn.

As soon as Skyler Jones lay down, Christine Quinn jerked up from the bed, "What are you doing?"

Skyler Jones closed his eyes, lazily replied, "Sleeping."

Christine Quinn reminded him in frustration, "Hey, you’re supposed to sleep on the couch."

At home, even though they were in the same room, she and he never slept on the same bed; he usually slept on the spacious couch.

"First, I drank quite a bit tonight and just want to sleep early. Second, I’m not interested in you."

"But I don’t even have the interest to share a bed with you."

Saying that, Christine Quinn got off the bed, took a quilt from the wardrobe, spread it on the spacious couch in the room, and began to sleep on the couch by herself.

Christine Quinn would always remember what Skyler Jones said to her on her first day at "Oversky"—

"A total of three hundred and thirty-two women applied for this position. Do you know why I chose you?"

Skyler Jones sat in the leather chair, wearing a suit of excellent fabric.

It was her first formal interview with him, his bright eyes were full of spirit.

Christine Quinn smiled, wasn’t it obvious? Of course, it was her wisdom he admired. Of course, her beautiful appearance might have earned her a few extra points, but he was definitely not a superficial person.

"Because of your beauty." Skyler Jones said expressionlessly, his tone even a bit indifferent.

"Beauty?" Christine Quinn was shocked. Had she heard wrong? He actually said he chose her for her beauty, yet she thought he wasn’t a shallow person.

All her previous favorable impressions of Skyler Jones instantly faded.

"Indeed, I need you." Skyler Jones clasped his hands in front of his chest.

"Sorry, Mr. Jones, if you want a pretty vase to place by your side to admire, sorry, I don’t want to be that vase... Thank you for giving me the opportunity to pass the interview, but I’m afraid I can’t fulfill the job you’ve arranged for me."

With contempt, Christine Quinn threw out this remark and turned to leave.

"Wait."

A cold voice came from behind.

Christine Quinn’s footsteps came to a halt.

Skyler Jones leaned back in his chair, speaking with interest, "Everyone likes to work with beautiful things, and I’m no exception. But what I need is not just a beautiful vase."

Christine Quinn slowly turned around, somewhat unable to understand the underlying meaning of Skyler Jones’ words.

Skyler Jones subtly lifted the corner of his mouth, "Thirty thousand a month, one day off each week, a long vacation for a trip once a year, and paid leave... How’s that for treatment?"

Christine Quinn slightly opened her mouth. Wow... is the treatment not too good?

"I’m a demanding boss, so before you start working, you’d better understand the boss’s personality. I allow you to propose ideas that you think are good, but your ideas must make sense to me, otherwise don’t mention them. My principle is to talk less and do more."

Christine Quinn was still immersed in the alluring treatment. No matter what tough demands he made, she had already decided to stay in this company.

"I also happen not to like guessing my superior’s intentions, so I don’t need to understand your personality. I just need to complete the work you assign to me, right?" Christine Quinn’s smile was very gentle, and the words she spoke were firm.