My Future Wife
Nicholas's gaze shifted from the letter in his hand to the one on the table. For a moment, he seemed frozen, caught between shock and something deeper.
Selena expected him to dismiss her, to scoff or sneer or do anything to prove he was still the arrogant man she had known. But he didn't.
Instead, he simply stood there, his eyes fixed on the documents as though they were a puzzle he couldn't solve. Seconds passed, then minutes and the silence stretched unbearably.
"Well?" Selena demanded, her voice sharper than she intended. "Are you going to sign it, or not?"
Selena watched in stunned silence as Nicholas stared at her, his piercing gaze fixed on the form in his hands. She had asked a simple question, expecting either a signature or a snide remark. But the silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, as though the entire room held its breath.