"You don't want to know what the conditions are?" Dave asked again.
"What kind of conditions?" Dian asked with her eyes looking at Dave sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room.
The man, sometimes vulgar but often seemed mysterious, took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket.
"Sign this." Dave unfolded the paper and handed it to Dian by holding it up in the air.
Dian furrowed her brows and sighed. Out of curiosity, the woman, legally the wife of a Dave Kingstone, stood up and approached Dave, to be more precise, about a piece of paper floating in the air.
"What's this?"
Dave smiled faintly. "Just read it." He tilted his head to see the expression of his legal wife who always showed a sad and angry face when in front of him.
Dian took the paper and read it while sitting on the bed's edge. After a while, her eyelids widened, her lips parted, then closed. Dave watched all the movements of Dian's face with a small smile.