Mia did not think much about it in the first place.

At this moment, she realized how unusual that was.

When they were on campus, Bella's clothes were not different from those of other schoolmates. Although Bella repeatedly emphasized that she was a young lady from a decent family, no other hints implied that what she said was true but her outstanding temperament.

Mia initially thought Bella was a minimalist. However, after Bella became somewhat famous in showbiz, Mia realized that the woman was obsessed with luxuries and labels.

Could it be that Bella had been lying?

While Mia's thoughts run wildly, Dylan's laughter sounded from her shoulder.

"You silly girl. That woman has fooled you for more than three years."

Fooled her for more than three years?

"What do you mean?"

Mia lifted Dylan's head off her shoulder and looked into his eyes to capture something.

However, Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist and called out to Ryan.

"Show Mia Bella's information tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

The next morning, Mia woke up in Dylan's bed. Recalling that the man dragged her upstairs and refused to let go of her, Mia got a headache.

What was wrong with Dylan?

Mia stretched herself and turned to find that Dylan was staring at her.

The man's brows were thick, his eye sockets were deep, and his pupils were dark. His nose bridge was high, his lips were thin, and his smile was fascinating.

While Mia was in thoughts, Dylan opened his thin lips and put forth a question to stiffen Mia all over.

"What are you doing here?"

What was she doing here?

Mia felt ridiculous. What was she doing here? Was she not allowed to be here?

She witnessed Dylan get out of bed and wanted to throw a pillow at him.

It was the man himself who pressed her in the bed and refused to let go of her.

How dare he ask what she was doing here?

Was he playing numb with her?

Mia got out of bed in anger, put on her shoes, and intended to get out of the room. She did not take off her clothes last night, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

However, the man behind her back stopped her after she took two steps.

"Wait."

"What can I do for you, Mr. Powell?"

Mia turned to look at Dylan with a sarcastic look in her eyes. She wondered if the man had regretted marrying her.

Mia's attitude made Dylan frown slightly and feel confused. With a trace of displeasure crossing his eyes, Dylan said acidly, "Don't give me that look early in the morning. Also, call me honey or Dylan as we're married."

Mia pouted her mouth disdainfully, replying, "Our marriage is fake. We agreed to keep a distance. So, let's not cross the boundaries when there are no other people around."

"You think that's an easy job to do?" Dylan's expression became gloomy, and he squinted his eyes. "I don't think I can."

After a snort, Dylan took out a shirt from his wardrobe and wore a tie while walking.

He walked up to Mia and fixed his deep eyes upon the latter. His gaze left the woman nowhere to hide.

Dylan said, "Don't worry, since I've promised you, I won't go back on my word. An agent will contact you tomorrow."

"I see!"

Mia nodded and did not reveal much joy as Dylan expected. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and asked, "Anything else?"

The expression in her eyes was even prouder than that in Dylan's.

Dylan frowned slightly, tugged at his tie in annoyance, and glanced at Mia without saying anything else. Then, he went straight out of the room.

What was wrong with the man? Mia wondered in confusion.

Mia followed the man and accidentally ran into him the moment she stepped out of the door.

"Ouch!"

Mia covered her forehead and looked up at the man, wondering if his chest was made of rock.

"What's the matter with you?" Mia asked angrily while rubbing her aching forehead.

Dylan initially wanted to give Mia a rub. But her attitude made him give up that idea and take his hand back.

"Listen, I'll be away on business for several days. Behave yourself and come home at a reasonable hour every day when I'm away."

Dylan left after having breakfast with Ryan.

Before departure, Ryan gave Mia a document.

Mia felt slightly surprised when she received the document but swiftly realized what it was about.

Last night, Dylan had instructed Ryan to give her the information.

Mia originally felt excited to get something on Bella. However, she dusted off the idea upon witnessing Dylan's standoffish attitude in the morning.

Dylan was drunk last night. She naturally should not take his words seriously and would probably not be given Bella's info.

She did not expect that Ryan got it well prepared for her.

Meanwhile, at the thought of those words, Dylan said to her, Mia somehow felt that the man had really regarded her as his wife.

Especially...