Chapter 4 Good Girl, Know What to Do, Right?

Monica was bewildered. "What do you want me to do?"

Brandon leaned in closer. "It's simple. Just do your wifely duties. For instance..."

He deliberately blew warm air onto her face, his long fingers trailing down from her neck. The cold touch of his fingertips made Monica shiver.

"No!" she grabbed his hand.

Brandon smirked, "We've already sex. Why not now?"

Monica bit her lower lip. "That night it was just you and me. Now there's someone else here."

"He won't wake up anytime soon. Let's make it quick." Brandon pinched her chin, pressing his thin lips against her red ones. The softness of her lips ignited a desire deep within him.

'What a madman!' Monica thought to herself. She tried to push him away, but the difference in their strength was too great.

His kiss was urgent and aggressive, prying her mouth open in an instant.

As he plundered her breath, his large hands roamed freely. Monica barely dared to move, her restraint only fueling Brandon's madness.

After what felt like an eternity, Brandon finally released her, satisfied.

He bit her earlobe gently. "Sweetie. You know how to handle Wayne, right?"

"I do." Monica pushed him away, feeling a mix of shame and anger at being so thoroughly dominated for the first time. But she was powerless against him.

Brandon laughed. "Sweetie. Now, it's up to you."

With that, Brandon let her go.

In the darkness, Monica quickly dressed. She took a deep breath and turned on the light.

She immediately called the police. "Hello, I'd like to report an assault. Someone is trying to harm my husband."

The police arrived quickly. Monica hadn't forgotten Wayne's earlier inappropriate behavior.

Before the police could lift Wayne, she dumped a bucket of cold water on him.

Wayne jolted awake, alarmed.

Before he could react, the police restrained him. "According to the report, you're suspected of assault. We're taking you in for questioning."

Wayne was stunned. "Are you crazy? I'm Brandon's brother! This is all a misunderstanding. She tried to seduce me and knocked me out when I refused!"

Wayne was furious, twisting the truth like a cornered animal.

Monica showed the red marks on her wrist. "If I hadn't fought back and knocked you out, you would have raped me! Who knows where you came from? Sir, I've only been married to my husband for a few days. I don't even know the Robinson family well. How could I possibly seduce him?"

Monica lowered her head, tears streaming down her face as she spoke of her ordeal.

Wayne was shocked and thought, "Is this the same fragile woman from before? She's like a porcupine with all her defenses up!" A vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

As Wayne was taken away, Monica felt a sense of satisfaction. But she hadn't forgotten about Brandon in the hospital bed.

Monica stepped closer to him. "We didn't finish our conversation. How long do I have to cooperate with you? And I have more demands than just a divorce. I need your help with some other things too..." She clenched her fists as she spoke.

Her mother was still in Henry's hands. She needed to save Kathie and reclaim the assets Henry had taken from her.

Brandon opened his eyes, glancing at Monica with a sly smile. "I underestimated you. How greedy you are! Speak up, what do you want?"

His gaze made Monica uncomfortable. "Brandon, you are straightforward, and at the same time, I hope you can keep your word."

"Enough of the nonsense. Just say it straight—money, status, or what else," Brandon asked impatiently.

At this moment, Monica felt no different to him from other women engaged in transactional relationships.

Monica sat upright in the chair, her eyes fixed on Brandon as she spoke slowly, "Fine, whatever you require, I will cooperate. But at the same time, I need your assistance when I require it. We each seek what we need. Rest assured, if you want a divorce, I can agree to it at any time. Furthermore, other than my mother's medical expenses, I won't ask for a penny from you, nor will I covet your wealth. You can have me sign a prenuptial agreement. And I can promise you right now that if we do divorce, I will not pester you any further."

Brandon looked at Monica with interest. Her eyes were full of determination and defiance.

She was about 5'6", with radiant skin, a small face, and delicate features, though she was on the thin side.

Brandon chuckled. "You're the first woman to negotiate with me."

Monica met his gaze."Just say whether you agree or not, and spare me the chatter."

"Alright, how about we set the marriage agreement for a term of two years? What do you think?" Brandon asked, folding his arms and looking at Monica.

Two years—prime years of a young woman's life. Even if her mother's illness was one of the most difficult to treat, the medical expenses should roughly equal two years of her youth. Brandon never engaged in unprofitable ventures.

"Two years..." Monica bit her lower lip; she had initially thought it would be three months, at most six...

She hadn't expected Brandon to propose two years. She was currently an intern at the hospital, having just graduated with a master's degree. She had even planned to pursue a Ph.D. within the next three years. What if she failed to meet her commitment to Mr. Ethan Kennedy? Would he come all the way from Oceancrest City to hunt her down?

Observing Monica's hesitation, Brandon's expression darkened with displeasure.

"What? Is the time too short for you to make a profit?"

"No, I think the duration is too long..." Monica protested softly.

"No, my decision is final—two years means two years. I'm informing you, not negotiating."

Seeing Brandon's firm stance, Monica exhaled deeply. "Alright, two years it is! Words aren't enough, I want a written agreement."

"No problem. I'll have it prepared for you."

Hearing Brandon agree, Monica still wasn't reassured. "Not later. Within an hour. And my mother's situation needs to be handled immediately."

She needed to move Kathie and arrange her surgery to feel at ease.

"Agreed." Brandon saw the determination in Monica's eyes.

People with clear goals were easier to manipulate.

After their agreement, Brandon closed his eyes. He lay down again, and it was unclear whether he truly slept or merely pretended to sleep.

Monica sat in a chair at the side, staring blankly at Brandon's face.

This man seemed to possess many masks, able even to feign being in a vegetative state so convincingly.

It appeared that she, too, needed to hone her acting skills.

Soon, the door burst open, and the sound of high heels approached.

Monica turned to see Angelina walking in with a sharp gaze.

"You knocked out Wayne and had him arrested?" Angelina's eyes were piercing.

Monica remained calm. "Mrs. Angelina Robinson, you already know. Besides, it was just me and him in the room. Brandon couldn't have helped me."

Angelina remained silent, her expression cold.

Monica's small frame knocking out Wayne surprised her. But Brandon lay motionless on the bed.

If not for the monitor showing his vitals, she might have thought he was dead.

Angelina collected her thoughts, looking at Monica coldly. "You're married to Brandon now. It's not appropriate to be so formal. The Robinson family is far superior to the Evans family. Tonight, Brandon's grandfather, Mr. Richard Robinson, wants to see you!"