Avelina could not believe his words; she just stared at him as the music began to come to a slow stop.
"You did not read the contract, did you?" There was a mocking tilt to his lips as he smirked. Avelina's face was written in full shock. The music finally stopped as Zauriel moved back, his hand holding hers slowly before lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss atop it immediately she felt his lips on her a pool of butterflies snaked down her stomach. Avelina could not even believe herself—it was like she was in pure shock.
How was that possible?
So the man who had made her sign the contract was not her husband but just a messenger. It was like the memory of the last time kept flashing—the only difference between now and then was that now she had signed a marriage contract, and then, it was a divorce.
She could not even pinpoint it. So the… cup—
