Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 419: Chapter 419

Aria stared at the contract, suspicion in her eyes. 'Why sign first and read later? What's he trying to hide?'
She narrowed her gaze at Owen, locking onto him. "This isn't some kind of slave contract, is it?"
Owen was a lawyer. If anyone could hide a trap in the fine print, it was him.
The more he told her not to look, the more curious she got.
Ten minutes to write up a contract this detailed? It had to be something he'd prepared ahead of time.
She kept eyeing the document, itching to see what was inside.
Sensing her thoughts, Owen pressed his hand down on the contract, leaving only the signature line exposed. "Relax. I'm not selling you into slavery. Come on, Aria, do you really think I'd ever hurt you?"
She shook her head without hesitation. "No. You'd never hurt me."
He smiled, looking much less put together than usual.
A few stray hairs fell over his forehead, the back of his hair was a mess—he looked almost like a loyal puppy, harmless and impossible not to trust.
"I couldn't take you in a fight anyway," he joked, a little self-deprecating. "If you sign and regret it, just pin me down and tear up the contract."
That only made this feel stranger, but after a second's hesitation, Aria picked up the pen and scrawled her name without a second thought—it was over in seconds. "Done."
Owen's lips curled into a satisfied grin as he opened the ink pad.
Aria pressed her thumb in and stamped it by her name. "Good enough?"
Owen nodded, voice soft. "Perfect. My turn."
He took his time with his own signature, every stroke careful and precise, the neatness a stark contrast to Aria's rushed scrawl.
After stamping it, he picked up the contract and extended his hand to her, a ceremonial seriousness in his tone. "Looking forward to working with you."
Aria raised a suspicious brow as she shook his hand. "Can I see it now?"
"Yeah, but let me get a picture first." He pulled out his phone, spread the contract flat, and snapped a shot.
As the shutter clicked, Aria finally caught sight of the bold header: Personal Relationship Agreement
She started reading, her eyes going wide as she took in the details:
Given that Party B initiated a kiss with Party A, Party B voluntarily agrees to fulfill her promise to Party A. After equal, voluntary, and thorough negotiation, Party A agrees to become Party B's lover. The following terms are agreed upon...
By the time she got to that line, Aria's jaw dropped. She stared at Owen, lips parted in shock, and finally managed to whisper, "Are you insane?"
Owen's face was flushed, but he kept his composure as he handed the contract to her. "Want to read the rest?"
Aria said dryly, "Can I just tear this up?"
Owen's eyes flickered with nerves as he bit his lip, "If there's anything you're not happy with, I can change it. Just tell me."
Something about his voice sounded almost heartbreakingly vulnerable.
Aria pressed her fingers to her forehead. "It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just... this is nuts."
Owen's voice was quiet but steady. "I'm doing this willingly. You're free to choose. It's fair."
His knuckles whitened on the contract as he looked at her, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. "At least read it first. If you really hate it, that's fine—I'll delete the photo and rip it up."
He sat there under the warm light, hair messy, gaze both sad and hopeful, looking like he'd be crushed if she said no.
Aria's thoughts were a mess, but she took the contract anyway. She read the clauses:
Party A's obligations:
Outside of basic social etiquette, Party A can't have intimate contact with or date anyone else.