Ren's Pov.....
I didn't sleep.
I. Did. Not. Sleep.
I tossed and turned the entire night, replaying every second of Evan's insane love contract speech in my head.
Who in the world tears up a marriage contract to throw a love contract at their spouse on their wedding night?
And what was with those weird handwritten notes?
If you smile, I win?
If you fall asleep on me, I'll take that as an extra win?
What kind of kindergarten romance logic is this?!
I sighed heavily, dragging myself to the bathroom, my reflection greeting me with dark circles so aggressive they deserved their own fan club.
Great. The wedding photos probably made me look like a sleep-deprived ghost bride.
After a long, cold shower that did nothing to wake me up, I threw on a loose t-shirt and comfy shorts. No fancy suits. No polished shoes. I was going to survive this day in maximum comfort.
I lazily walked down the grand staircase, my head still clouded with confusion.
Maybe Evan was just messing with me. Maybe the Vallen family likes to play jokes on their in-laws. Yeah, that's probably it. Yeah, totally. Sure.
I slumped onto the soft sofa in the breakfast hall, still half-asleep.
"Young master, your morning coffee," a calm, smooth voice said from beside me.
Without thinking, I accepted the cup, mumbling, "Thanks."
The first sip jolted me awake.
Whoa. This was perfect. Rich, velvety, just the right amount of sugar.
I looked up, ready to compliment the chef.
And I froze.
Evan. In a butler outfit.
The black vest hugged his slim waist, the crisp white shirt sleeves rolled perfectly at his elbows, his gloved hand resting elegantly against the silver tray.
He bowed slightly, his expression polite but distant. "Did it suit your taste, young master?"
I nearly choked. "Wait, wait, wait, why are you in a butler uniform?!"
He raised an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled. "Why wouldn't I be? Serving you is my job."
I squinted hard. "You are my husband!"
His calm butler persona didn't even flinch. "I'm afraid you must be mistaken, young master. I am merely your loyal butler, Evan."
I grabbed the edge of the sofa like I was clinging to life. "No, no, no, just last night you threw me a love contract. You said I belonged to you!"
His polite smile didn't waver. "If I may be so bold, young master, your dreams seem to have confused you."
I stared at him, absolutely losing it.
Was this a prank?
Did I finally snap and start hallucinating?
Or did my husband actually change into a whole new personality overnight?!
Before I could yell, he gently placed a napkin on my lap. "Please enjoy your breakfast. I shall return shortly to assist you."
He turned and walked away with perfect posture, like he had been born to serve.
I sank into the sofa, my brain completely fried.
What…..what is happening in this house?
From behind the door, I heard a faint whisper. "Two husbands down… are there more to go?"