A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 183

Dean was in his military uniform. His face was stern when the camera captured him standing upright and saluting, his eyes filled with passion.

Slowly, she regained her composure and got out of bed. She looked over to the clock-it was five in the morning.

She massaged her temples to ease her throbbing head. She tried recalling whatever that had happened last night but to no avail.

The most important question was-why on earth did Dean bring her here?

As she left her room, something grabbed her ankle. Summer dropped her gaze and saw an endearing white dog welcoming her lively. It had a round body, similar to its shiny dark eyes.

She had an instant connection with the dog and carried it in her arms. The dog was as friendly as it could be, licking her palms with its tongue.

Hearing the commotion, "I'm awake," said Dean.

Summer nodded while tucking her hair behind her ears. "Why am I here?" she asked.

He poured her a cup of warm water and proceeded to explain himself, "I have a nephew, and his speech was

very messy. I figured I could ask for your help, so I gave you a call.

"But it was the bar's waiter that picked up the call, saying that you were flat out drunk, and you had no friends with you.

"That's why I went over to pick you up, which is also why you're here."

The cup of warm water flushed away her headache. She apologized to Dean and said, "Sorry for the trouble last night."

"No, not at all. In your defence, you're easy to handle when you're drunk," laughed Dean. He ran his fingers through his hair and asked, "Are you hungry? TH go make breakfast if you want to eat."

"You? Making breakfast?" Summer looked at him with suspicion.

"As a man living alone, one's got to know some basic skills," Dean led out a smile once again, flashing his pearly whites.