CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 70: SEPARATE ROOMS AND BEDS ARE THE KEY

Justin Kingston didn’t rush to look at the content of the agreement. Hesitant words drowned at the edge of his lips, as he stared at her unblinkingly.

Sitting in front of him was the master pharmacist Cora Yates, who developed hundreds of special-effect drugs. Online, she was dubbed an angel benefactor of humanity.

Yet, she’s always been very low-key, never accepting media interviews, nor revealing even a single photo.

Justin Kingston never imagined that Cora Yates turned out to be her.

"Don’t look at me like that." Mia Lane felt uneasy. "I just spoke to you, did you hear? As long as you sign the agreement, I promise to treat your mother’s illness."

Justin Kingston sat down across from her and took the agreement to look through line by line.

Mia Lane saw his brows knit tightly, but she wasn’t anxious inside, for he could sign it or not!

Fortunately, the agreement didn’t contain a divorce clause, and Justin Kingston’s heart gently settled.

For the sake of the child, it seems she’s still willing to cooperate.

But there’s one clause Justin Kingston couldn’t accept, which is—

Starting today, separate beds, separate rooms!

He lifted his gaze, his thin lips lightly parted, "One clause doesn’t work. I don’t accept it."

Only one clause?

Mia Lane was quite surprised, but she didn’t show it, raising her voice, "What gives you the right to say it doesn’t work? If I say it works, it works!"

Their gazes met.

"The previous agreement must be nullified! None of the clauses count!" she emphasized. "If you think this is difficult, well, fine, I’m done serving you!"

What was she saying? Justin Kingston listened without interrupting.

"Anyway, your mom doesn’t like me either, her attitude towards me isn’t great! Wanting her to accept treatment is still a huge challenge! Good that this lady doesn’t have the patience!" She looked proudly, her posture high above.

"Finished?" Justin Kingston looked at her.

"Think carefully! Is your mother more important, or is that previous agreement more important?"

Justin Kingston looked at the agreement again, and softly said, "I wasn’t talking about this clause."

"Huh?" The woman was slightly startled, not this clause?

But aside from this excessive clause, which other clause is too much??

He took a pen and scratched out ’separate beds, separate rooms’ from the agreement.

Mia Lane bent over and looked closely at his slow movements, her pupils slightly enlarging! How could he actually care about this clause??

After finishing, he put down the pen, raised his gaze, and calmly asked, "If my mom knew we were in separate rooms, separate beds, what would she think?"

"That... that’s your business." She stuttered, cheeks a bit red.

Justin Kingston said, "She would still persistently try to pair me with Monica Usher. Then what’s the point in binding with you?"

"That’s your business!" She frowned and protested, "Anyway, I don’t want to sleep with you!" Without any feelings, just a binding! She became his tool to counter his mother just like that!

"It’s not like we haven’t slept together before, why mind so much?" He said casually, picking up the pen again.

"You..."

Watching him sign his name on the agreement, "Deal, Mrs. Kingston."

"..."

"By the way, the food was delicious, even leftovers, I finished them, thank you."

Watching his carefree back disappearing, Mia Lane felt like vomiting blood!

A hint of pride flashed in his eyes. How could he let the little white rabbit he caught get away?

He’d keep her around to warm the bed!

There was no mention of a divorce clause, he was already quite happy.

No other choice, Mia Lane weighed her options, thinking calmly and maturely.

As long as the previous agreement was nullified and wouldn’t bind her so tightly, she wasn’t losing anything.

As a doctor, saving lives was a duty! Especially considering the other party was the child’s grandmother?

The same night, the wind was a bit chilly, the moonlight bright.

In a certain apartment, Anton Miller came out after a shower, casually wrapping a towel around his lower body, his upper body exposed to the air, with robust abs radiating a resolute sternness.

Always giving off an unruly vibe.

Sitting by the window, as an investor in the Coco Club, the big boss, and captain of the team.

Anton Miller naturally had his own personality, leading the team to championship in the world tour, born for network security.

He personally won a gold medal in the International Programming Contest.

He was an industry myth, yet no one understood his solitude.

After a sip of red wine, he opened the computer, and typed ’Justin Kingston Mia Lane’ into the search bar...