Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Chapter 1 Standing Up for Her
“Betty White, you’re disgusting! You slept with a bunch of men back in college and now want to marry a gullible guy? Not in your
life!”
“No wonder you’re so anxious to get married. If my ex-girlfriend hadn’t gone to the same college, I would have been fooled by
you. Shame on you, bah!”
The sound of Calvin’s curse was getting louder and louder, attracting the attention of those sitting at nearby tables.
Their contemptuous gazes pricked Betty White’s heart. She was crucified before she could explain.
Under the table, her hands squeezed her skirt with so much force that her knuckles turned white.

The nightmare from two years ago was revived.
She could never run away from that night of endless darkness and shame.
“Check, please!” Calvin shouted, unwilling to stay there for another second.
The waiter soon came over with the bill.
Calvin pulled a voucher out of his wallet and threw it to the waiter. “Here, I’ll pay it with the voucher!”

At the sight of the crumpled voucher, Betty realized why she had the honor to dine at such an upscale restaurant.
“Sorry, sir,” the waiter checked the voucher and said with hesitation. “It has expired.”
“What!” Calvin changed color, took the voucher for a look, and made a wry face.
“Well... Sir, would you pay with cash?” the waiter ventured to ask.
“Cash?” Calvin stood up and spluttered. “Why should I pay the bill for a loose woman? Betty, it seems you’ve eaten more than
me. You should pay for the meal!”
Without waiting for her response, Calvin picked up his coat from the back of the chair and walked away toward the exit.

Just then, the authoritative voice of a man came.
“Since you have no money, why do you dine here? Shameful!”
His tone was bland, but his words were biting. Calvin was embarrassed no end.
Betty came to her senses, looked over, and stiffened at the sight of the man.
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In a wheelchair, the man was dressed in a simple white shirt. Slim-cut, it suited his tall and spare voucher!”
At the sight of the crumpled voucher, Betty realized why she had the honor to dine at such an upscale restaurant.
“Sorry, sir,” the waiter checked the voucher and said with hesitation. “It has expired.”
“What!” Calvin changed color, took the voucher for a look, and made a wry face.

“Well... Sir, would you pay with cash?” the waiter ventured to ask.
“Cash?” Calvin stood up and spluttered. “Why should I pay the bill for a loose woman? Betty, it seems you’ve eaten more than
me. You should pay for the meal!”
Without waiting for her response, Calvin picked up his coat from the back of the chair and walked away toward the exit.
Just then, the authoritative voice of a man came.
“Since you have no money, why do you dine here? Shameful!”
His tone was bland, but his words were biting. Calvin was embarrassed no end.
Betty came to her senses, looked over, and stiffened at the sight of the man.
In a wheelchair, the man was dressed in a simple white shirt. Slim-cut, it suited his tall and spare frame. Above his sexy
collarbones were a stunning face, bushy brows, and shiny eyes. His facial contours were delicate and impeccable.
Even Betty, who was far from a fangirl, was impressed.
“Damn cripple, mind your own business,” Calvin spat, glaring at the man.

The man snorted, wheeled himself to Betty’s side, and said in an indulgent tone, “Honey, I know you’re mad at me, but you don’t
have to...”
He paused, furrowed his brows, and continued following a glance at Calvin. “Entertain yourself with such a repulsive man.”
Surprised by his action, Betty raised herself to a half-sitting position.
She was certain that it was her first meeting with this man. He stood up for her probably because he
was sick of a weirdo like Calvin
The man’s ridicule rendered him speechless. “How dare you?!”
The man countered in a nonchalant tone, “What? You’re not convinced and trying to defend yourself, sir?”
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