Ss couldn''t help but chuckle at Calliope''s determination. It was as if she were bracing for some grand battle, and he found it amusing.


    Standing beside him, Fagan also found the situation quite funny. He smiled but kept hisposure. "Mrs. Myers, here is aplete list of Mr. Myers'' assets. I''ve been working on organizing everything these days and have finally sorted them out, so I''m here to report to you."


    "Mr. Myers owns several properties, which include..."


    "Mr. Myers also has stakes in thesepanies..."


    "And here are some other assets under Mr. Myers'' name..."


    Fagan began listing Ss''s assets to Calliope, detailing each one as he went through the list.


    Calliope felt a bit overwhelmed as she listened. She nced at Ss, confused by the situation.


    This wasn''t at all what she expected if they were heading for a divorce. She had always said she''d walk away with nothing if it came to that, considering she was the one who had proposed to him. How could she even consider taking his assets?


    "Mr. Myers has already transferred all these properties to your name. However, there are a few documents that require your signature. Also, these cards here contain Mr. Myers'' funds. And they will be handed over to your care," Fagan exined.


    "Not just for safekeeping-for spending," Ss interjected, looking up with a soft smile. "All these are for you spend as you wish. Everything is yours. Buy whatever you want. If the money runs out, I''ll earn more for you to spend."


    "Huh?" Calliope was baffled. Was she dreaming? Did Ss say she should spend all his money? "What Mr. Myers means to say," Fagan rified, "is that these assets are now yours. You can use them however you like, even squander them freely. You can manage them, or not-it''s entirely up to you." Calliope stared at Ss, bewildered. "Are you terminally ill or something?"


    "No, wait. I''d know if you were sick," Calliope said, thinking out loud. After all, she was a good doctor. She''d have noticed if he were ill.


    He couldn''t have gone mad, could he? He seemed perfectly sane.


    Amused by her concern, Ss said, "I''m not terminally ill, nor am I sick You''re my wife, and isn''t it a


    husband''s duty to provide forhis


    wife?


    As Mrs. Myers, you should have control of everything I own. From now on, you give me pocket money. All my money is yours."


    Ss said that with a yful tenderness that left Calliope speechless.


    She quickly waved her hands. "No, no. I''m terrible at managing money and don''t need it. You might not believe this, but I''m pretty well-off myself..."


    She was so well-off enough that she didn''t even know the full extent of her own wealth.


    She could barely manage her own finances-how could she possibly handle Ss''s?


    "I know you''re wealthy, but your money is yours, and my money is yours, too. I''m your husband. Isn''t it


    only right that you spend my money?"


    Ss stated confidently, "The more you spend, the more motivated I''ll be to earn."


    Calliope stared at Ss, her mind reeling.


    What kind of incredible man was this? Even in a marriage that began as a mere contract, he was willing to be so generous.


    If it were genuine love, how wonderful would he be?


    "Mrs. Myers, please just sign these documents, Fagan prompted from the side. "Once you do, I''ll handle the rest, and everything will be officially yours Even if Mr. Myers wants to make a move, he''ll need youD permission."


    "By the way, when do you n to visit thepany?"


    "What? Why would I go to thepany?" Calliope asked, surprised by Fagan''s question.