C19 "you must Keep My Body and Mind Clean."

"Pearlhall Estate."

"I thought you didn't know," Keith continued coldly. "Did you bring money with you? How are you going to get home later? Or are you going to run home?"

Her clear eyes flashed. That's right. She went out to dump the trash, and then followed Keith to the Pearlhall Estate. This was a rich area, so it was almost impossible to get a taxi. Not only that, she didn't have a single cent on her.

After thinking about it, Patricia glanced at the money in Keith's hand and said hesitantly, "I'll give you a promissory note first. I'll lend you a hundred, okay?"

Keith retracted all his emotions and looked at Patricia with an expressionless face. "One hundred is too little. If you want to borrow it, you have to borrow two thousand."

She raised her head, her clear eyes filled with confusion. Was there something wrong with Keith? How could there be such a person who borrowed money?

"Mr. Johnson, I can really lend you a hundred."

"One thousand or two thousand," Keith said coldly. "Only these two choices."

Her eyes were dazed for a moment, and she was sure of one thing. This man was definitely crazy!

"Two thousand." Patricia snatched the money and held it in her hand. "I'll write you a loan agreement."

"No need." Keith narrowed his eyes and ordered her to leave. "Hurry up and leave. Don't bother me."

"..."

"Do you have any requirements or conditions for this marriage?"

Keith stood behind her, his thin lips parted slightly. His voice was casual, as if he was unintentionally asking.

As Patricia held the handle of the door, her eyelashes trembled slightly. She turned around and looked at Keith. She frowned and asked, "Will you agree to my request?"

Keith stared at her, his tone casual. "Tell me about it first."

"If you don't touch me, we will get married." Patricia gripped the money tightly in her hand. She clenched her teeth and stated her conditions for this marriage.

Keith looked at her coldly. A fire rose in his heart. He suppressed the anger in his heart and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Miss Gonzales, you really know how to act. You are still pretending to be pure at this point in time."

Don't touch her? Marriage in the form? She overestimated her position in his heart.

Her face turned pale, and her eyes flashed. "I didn't pretend. This is what I want."

She was powerless to resist this baffling marriage. He didn't agree to the divorce, and she couldn't return the money. The only thing she could ask for now was a marriage in the form. She would negotiate with Keith and divorce him after a year or two.

Keith looked at her disdainfully. "Is there anything else?"

"No," Patricia replied. She was stunned for a second. "Do you have any requirements for me?"

Keith's thin lips parted slightly. His voice was cold and arrogant. "Loyalty!"

A glint flashed in Patricia's eyes. Keith stared at her coldly, "No matter what the marriage is, since you have become Mrs. Johnson, you must keep your body and mind clean. You must be loyal to me!"

She pursed her lips. She respected marriage, but was their marriage considered a marriage?

Keith looked at her coldly and said, "Of course, since I have become your husband, I will be loyal to you."

She looked at Keith in surprise. In this era where the internet was everywhere, there would be news of rich young masters who had mistresses every once in a while. She never thought that the young master of the Johnson Group would say something so loyal to marriage.

"What are you looking at?" Keith looked at her coldly, "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes!"

What the heck?

What a spoiled brat!