A Contract for love

th a concerned expression but doesn't say anything. I enter the main room, head straig

ven know where to start to find a bride. I'm not even da

l find a solution, don't worry. Since we left the office, I've been thinkin

to speak to find out what idea he has,

ditional way won't work. I know that if you find some woman, she might be interested only in th

tract? Isn't the will and that darned clause that will ch

a good monthly salary to become your wife. Explain to her that there's no need for any intimate contact with you, that she only needs to pretend in front of

ve no idea where to find this woman. But, as always, Lucas has thought of everything and suggests th

h me. I don't understand why my grandfather gave me such little time to decide something so important for my life. He knew I wasn't dating, so ho

e. They all seem like shallow socialites who would probably try to scam me. I feel demotivated, but Lucas is enthusiastic, as if he's enj

t. Lucas remembers a girl in his finance class. She's about to graduate, in her final semester. He tells me she earned a full scholarship to our college due to her excellent performance in high school. S

this girl, as she's one of my last hopes. I've come across several girls who would easily accept my proposal, but I pr

oesn't pay much attention to the other guys. During the break, she sits in a distant corner with a book,

I see her waiting on some tables. I sit at one of them, waiting to be served. She approaches, and I stand there, not knowing what to say. Lucas breaks th

ea where to start. If I go up to her and say I want to marry her and make

d to be sure she's the one you want. Deciding on the

he returns with our order, places it on the table, and asks if

I think I know y

n eyebrow, as if trying to

James. She goes

as they're in the same class. She smiles shyly, apologizes again, and explains that she can't chat right now because she has a lot of wor

s I'm quite interested in that girl. He l

und the woman

's just a business matter, no

otice how she's a total bab

d women, "the socialites," to be more specific. For him,

inheritance, and go back to my usual life. Sometimes, I even imagine that when I'm married, maybe I'll need to hav

me but says that this effort is n

to think of an approach that could convince

ising a plan to achieve my goal. I lo

ive without yo

and smiles. He real

who is an alcoholic and a gambling addict, accumulating several debts. It would be easy to convince her, or ev