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    Robin was left torn between exasperation and amusement, a resigned smile tugging at his lips.


    Life was about cherishing the bright moments and the people who truly cared, or else one risked being swallowed in regret.


    Two hourster, Robin received the employment contract that he had secretly asked hiswyer to draft. ncing over the domineering terms, he wickedly smiled. He was all set to dupe Dn.


    At first, Robin had nned on generous conditions, but Chloe’s actions had changed his mind. Sibling debts, after all, were meant to be shared!


    Robin seized his chance when Dn was sitting alone in the living room and sauntered over, the employment contract clutched tightly in his hand. “How about we y a little game?”.


    Robin suggested smoothly, his eyes locked on Dn while the contract remained hidden behind his back, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.


    Dn instantly sensed trouble—Robin was definitely scheming something. “Alright, what kind of game?”.


    Dn replied with casual ease, deciding to y along just to see what Robin was up to.<fn1a50> Read full story at Find★Novel</fn1a50>


    “Let’s make it a signing game. How does that sound?”.


    Robin proposed, his smile threatening to break wider despite his attempt to hold back.


    “Signing, signing, I’ll sign my name…”.


    Dn echoed with a foolish grin, though a sly glimmer flickered in his eyes.


    The thought of pulling one over on Dn sent Robin into a fit ofughter. “Pfft!”.


    He burst out, unable to hold it back, giddy at the idea. Even his grandfather had always been cautious of Dn’s cunning, and here he was, about to trap Dn into bing his chef for life. Just the thought was exhrating—he was determined to make the most of Dn’s cooking talents.


    “What’s so funny?”.


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    Dn asked, blinking “innocently”.


    as if baffled.


    “Oh, nothing. Just remembered something hrious,”.


    Robin replied quickly, struggling to smother hisughter so he wouldn’t spook Dn.


    A faint smirk ghosted across Dn’s lips as he lowered his gaze, concealing the schemes already turning in his own mind. Hrious, was it? He wondered if Robin would still find it hrious in just a moment. To trick even a man with supposed memory loss—Robin truly had no shame.


    “Here you go,”.


    Robin said, slipping a pen into Dn’s hand as he finally produced the contract.


    Pointing at the signature line, Robin coaxed Dn with exaggerated gentleness, “If you obediently sign right here, you win. But if you write it wrong, you lose.”


    “Alright,”.


    Dn agreed at once without the slightest hesitation. His sharp eyes skimmed the contract in seconds, immediately recognizing it as a one-sided deal. Robin wanted nothing more than to make him a personal cook with outrageous terms.


    “Come on, sign here,”.


    Robin urged, his impatience leaking through. If Dn didn’t sign before the others came back, his whole n would copse. But Dn only grinned foolishly, twirling the pen between his fingers instead of writing his name.


    “Oh, for heaven’s sake! What’s so fascinating about a pen?”.


    Robin snapped, his anxiety clear as he grabbed Dn’s wrist and took a steadying breath. “Just sign your name here. The second you’re done, you win, and then I’ll buy you any toy you want,”.


    Robin coaxed again, his voice full of forced patience. He even considered forcing Dn’s hand across the page himself but worried the handwriting wouldn’t match and the signature might be void.


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