They Would Never Get Back Together What did it mean by "Party B shall not be entangled
with other people of the opposite sex during the contract period, and shall put Party A's needs first"?
Lucia's mind went blank.
She rubbed her eyes as if she didn't believe what she saw, and read it again with widened eyes.
The small words in brackets remained the same, the same sentence she had read just now.
Holding the contract, she stood motionless on the spot, as if petrified.
What the hell was the request? Why limit her emotional freedom? Even the men she was in contact
with! August, who was standing at the door, raised his eyes and saw her expression.
He knew what was going on.
He walked over unhurriedly, and seemed to raise his eyebrows, "I don't need to tell you where it is,
right?"
It was written in the contract, and she had signed it voluntarily.
Lucia bit her lips, and slowly tightened her grip on the contract.
She raised her eyes to look at him and said, "You even control my love life.
Don't you think it's too much?"
Besides, even if she dated a man, it wouldn't prevent her from cooperating with him to put on a show in
front of Grandma.
What did he mean? August raised his chin slightly and said in a cold tone, "To make this show more
convincing.
Grandma is not a fool.
She doesn't believe whatever I say."
Lucia's voice trembled a little because of her anger, "So are you restricting my emotional freedom?"
"From the moment you signed your name, you would have to be responsible for yourself, right?"
August stepped closer to her, and his eyes were cold, "Otherwise, do you think my money grows on
trees?"
His words instantly woke her up.
Sure enough, from time immemorial to the present, the rich party had always been the dominant party.
She had to agree to his demands for her father's surgery expenses.
Lucia gritted her teeth in pain.
When she thought of the small words in brackets, her heart tightened unconsciously.
Put his needs first? Was it any different from being kept by him? She took a deep breath, raised her
eyes to look at him with difficulty, and slowly clenched her fists.
She gritted her teeth and said, "It seems no different from being kept."
August frowned slightly and turned to look at her.
His face was cold and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
He did not answer.
He never meant this.
He didn't allow her to have contact with other men just to protect her in disguise.
After all, only he knew how complicated a man could be, including Paul, who looked polite on the
surface but was not simple.
In Lucia's view, his silence was acquiescence, an implicit acknowledgment that the essence of this
contract was a contract to keep her.
She felt like a slap in the face.
Her emotions were complicated.
Thinking of the changes and turning points in her relationship with August, she felt amused.
First, they were husband and wife, and later they became ex-husband and ex-wife.
Now, a contract had turned their relationship into one between a rich man and his lover...
She forced a smile and instantly felt disheartened.
Looking at the man with a slightly gloomy face, she suddenly raised her hand, stretched it to her side
waist, and slowly unzipped her dress.
Then, in front of him, she gritted her teeth and took off her dress.
The dress slid down to her ankles, and her fair skin and well-proportioned figure were fully revealed in
front of August, like a medieval sculpture radiating a soft light that made people unable to take their
eyes off.
August's eyes darkened.
He glanced at her fascinating body, and his eyes landed on her face.
He said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
What did she mean? Lucia gritted her teeth and forced a wry smile, "Put Party A's needs first.
Shouldn't I take off my clothes and offer myself to you?"
That contract had trampled on her last shred of dignity.
Now she was not afraid of being even more embarrassed.
August frowned, and a thin layer of anger appeared in the bottom of his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Lucia!"
He didn't mean that at all! But Lucia suddenly stepped forward, pressed herself onto his body without
hesitation, wrapped her arm around his neck with a pretense of calmness, and asked, "August, do you
prefer it now?"
From the very beginning, in his mind, she was no different from the other women around him.
He could get her with a little money, like something that could be purchased at will.
August lowered his eyes and looked at her pretty face was so close at hand.
His heart was burning hot.
Smelling her body fragrance, he was instantly tempted.
He frowned, keeping his rationality, "Lucia, wake up."
Lucia smiled bitterly and said, "I've always been sober"
She had realized who she was in August's eyes.
She was just a woman he could get with a little money.
She made up her mind, wrapped her other arm around his neck, and forced a smile, "Isn't this why you
tricked me into signing that contract?"
When August heard her words, his eyes darkened, and his gloomy eyes made her shudder.
He frowned, raised his hand, pulled her hands away from his neck, took a step back, and said coldly,
"Respect yourself."
With that, he turned around and walked out without hesitation.
The door slammed shut, and Lucia stood there, her back cold and her body stiff.
After a few seconds, her legs felt weak and she felt dizzy.
She picked up the blanket next to her and wrapped it around her body.
Then she walked into the bedroom, threw herself on the bed, and burst into tears.
Wasn't that what he wanted? Why did she offer herself to her, but was accused by him of not
respecting herself? Her heart sank.
When she thought of the contract, she couldn't help crying more.
She had thought that the contract was like a contract of prostitution.
As expected, she was right.
Lucia's crying eyes were red and swollen, and she gradually fell asleep.
The next day, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her swollen eyes, feeling even more
depressed.
With two or three layers of concealer, she still couldn't hide her deep tiredness.
She sighed, turned around, changed her clothes, and hurried to the company.
Although she was in an extremely bad mood, her life still had to go on.
As long as her father was able to complete the operation well, everything she did would not be in vain.
After a busy day at the company, Lucia hurried to the hospital just after work.
As soon as she walked to the door of the ward, she heard a conversation coming from inside before
she opened the door.
Elisa persuaded softly, "Don't worry.
The surgery is performed by Dr.Long.
There will be no problem."
"Hopefully."
Bill sighed and said softly, "Whether the operation is successful or not, when the operation is over and
I'm discharged from the hospital, I just hope to see our daughter marry a good man, so I can rest
assured!"
"Yeah...
August is so good.
Why can't they get back together?"
"Maybe it's really like August said, they can't get along..."
Elisa was speechless.
Elisa and Bill talked, and Lucia stood at the door and heard it.
She bit her lips with mixed feelings.
She and August would never get back together.
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