Chapter 143

Christina's POV "Do you like seafood?" I asked, desperate to break the silence that had settled between us. "Why do you ask?" Hudson's gaze was direct, unblinking. I didn't really know why I was asking these random questions. This man sitting across from me was legally my husband, yet I knew embarrassingly little about him. Professional courtesy dictated I should at least know the basics. After all, we had signed a contract—a partnership of sorts. "Just curious," I said with a casual shrug. "It depends on the preparation," he answered thoughtfully, not dismissing my question as I'd half-expected. "Noted. Coffee or tea?" He paused briefly. "Black coffee, no sugar." "So I'm guessing you wouldn't order one of those tiny oat milk lattes with heart-shaped foam art?" His eyebrow twitched slightly. "I wouldn't be particularly opposed." I couldn't help but smile. "Of course not." He tilted his head slightly. "What does that mean?" "Nothing specific... just... good to know you don't need fancy