Part 3The Secretly Smitten Superstar

Arthur nervously opened the slip of paper. Seeing the word "Separate," both the live chat and I let out a massive sigh of relief:

[Thank god they didn't draw 'Together'. That must have terrified Arthur.]

[I mean, Elena is genuinely gorgeous, her voice is sweet, and her smile is adorable. If I were Arthur, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her.]

[Commenter above, are you insane?!]

The host asked each of us if we were satisfied with the results.

Chloe, who also drew "Separate," looked pitifully at Liam:

"I'm not used to sleeping alone. I'm a little worried I'll have insomnia."

The host deliberately asked me: "Elena, you must sleep alone quite often, right? Any tips to share?"

I replied with maximum snark:

"Sorry, I rarely sleep alone."

Who would understand? Arthur had the face of an ascetic monk who was utterly bored with the world.

But in private, he was more insatiable than anyone.

What his fans called "gentlemanly and polite"...

Was actually him ravaging me half to death while playing deaf and dumb.

Thinking back on it, I almost regretted that day when, driven by hormones, I burst into his bedroom wearing a bathrobe, sat on his lap, and said:

"Even if it's a contract marriage, we need to fulfill our marital duties."

One of the main reasons I was in such a rush to divorce him now was that my fragile body simply couldn't handle that level of frequency.

When it was Arthur's turn, his thick, long eyelashes fluttered, and his voice was low and cold:

"If I'm not satisfied, can I change it?"

Not getting the expected answer, the host was a bit confused:

"According to the rules, you can't change it."

Arthur took a deep breath: "Can I draw again?"

The host shook his head helplessly: "No."

A trace of hostility flashed across the man's already deep, brooding features.

I gently tugged at his sleeve: "Follow the rules."

Arthur nodded and walked away, his arms and legs moving stiffly in tandem.

Live Chat:

[Wait, does our Arthur actually want to share a room with Elena?]

[How is that possible? He's probably just saving her some face in front of the audience.]

[Oh no, I actually think they're kind of cute together. Elena said one soft word and Arthur instantly obeyed.]

[Is that obedience, or is he just so annoyed he's speechless? He was so mad he forgot how to walk normally!]

Without Arthur working me over, I had a dreamless, refreshing night's sleep.

The next day, I woke up early.

Chloe was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Liam.

They were playfully arguing over whether to have boiled or fried eggs.

Arguing and arguing, they inexplicably ended up hugging each other.

Chloe even shot a provocative look at me, looking unkempt and fresh out of bed.

It was as if she was saying: "So what if you married Arthur? My husband loves me, yours doesn't."

The camera suddenly pointed at me:

"Today is the Couples' Telepathy Challenge. Random question: What does Arthur like to drink for breakfast?"

"Iced Americano?" I guessed randomly.

After getting married, Arthur started taking over his family's business and was semi-retired from the entertainment industry.

He woke up before dawn to go to the office.

How would I know what he liked?

Soon, the host caught Arthur, who had just returned from a morning run:

"Arthur, what do you like to drink for breakfast?"

"Hot latte."

The host chuckled: "Then what does Elena like to drink most for breakfast?"

"Iced Americano," Arthur replied without hesitation. "But I worry that drinking cold things all the time is bad for her health, so I often switch it out for a hot one."

I looked shocked:

"Arthur, why didn't you tell me?! I always thought the housekeeper bought the wrong thing. Hot Americanos are for dog—"

Halfway through, I realized the risk of offending people and quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence.

The host was even more surprised than I was: "Arthur, do you usually cook for Elena?"

Arthur nodded slightly, a hint of pride in his demeanor:

"She's so tired every night; she needs more rest in the morning."

Chloe's smug expression drastically changed, and she dropped her spatula.

The commentators in the studio were grinning from ear to ear.