Annabelle could distinctly smell the faint aroma of cedar, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, coming from Kendrick. Combined with the dim light in the car, she felt that the atmosphere was way too erotic.
She felt her face getting hotter and hotter. When she tried to push him away, he grabbed her wrist.
Kendrick clutched her slender wrist as he raised the corners of his lips, looking discontented.
"Ms. Sanchez, we're getting married, and yet you won't even let me see your face? That's not very sincere. Don't you think so?
Annabelle thought, 'It seems that I just can't get away from it. Fine, then. I'll show him what he wants. Sooner or later, he's gonna see it anyway'.
She sighed silently and said, "Step back a little, please."
Kendrick grinned as he let go of her wrist.
"What? You don't wanna scare me?"
While he was teasing, she had already taken off her veil.
Kendrick was stunned.
He had a feeling that she wouldn't be ugly, yet he didn't expect her to be that pretty.
With fine features and fair skin, her face was impeccable. Let alone burn scars, she didn't even have a single mole.
Kendrick was overwhelmed by her beauty.
She was slightly blushing, perhaps because he was staring at her. Shy and embarrassed, Annabelle was on the verge of getting mad. These mixed emotions made her face even more vivid.
"Haven't you had enough?"
Annabelle glared at Kendrick and was about to put the veil back on, yet he stopped her.
"Why would you hide such a pretty face up?"
Annabelle frowned, took her hand out of his, and put the veil back on.
"I don't wanna cause trouble."
Being pretty had never brought her convenience. Instead, it had repeatedly put her in danger.
After her appearance was restored back then, she was molested several times by visitors to the temple, which left a deep psychological shadow on her.
From then on, she never unveiled herself, just to leave others the impression that she was ugly. She never took off her veil even in front of her family.
Kendrick's eyes darkened as he caught the sorrow in her tone.
He thought, 'She must have suffered something terrible when living alone in the mountains.'
At the thought of that, he felt bad for her.
"From now on, I'll be there for you. You won't get into trouble again."
Annabelle wanted to remind him that they didn't have a future together. After she cured his illness, they would be divorced. Their marriage wouldn't survive six months.
Yet she admitted that she felt warm upon hearing his promise.
Yet just when she felt grateful that he was being considerate, she heard him say, "So, drop the veil when you're with me."
She paused for a second before she said, "I'm not used to it."
Kendrick smiled. "You will be."
'Well, I might be a bit domineering,' Kendrick thought to himself, 'yet it's such a shame that I can't see my wife's face, especially when it's so pretty.'
Annabelle wanted to turn him down again, when he said, "Great, then. We have a deal now. Agree with me, or I won't marry you."
Annabelle didn't see this coming.
'What a rogue!' she thought, 'Just when I thought he was a gentleman!'
She was complaining deep down in her heart, yet she couldn't flare up right now, as she needed Kendrick's help. She had no choice but to give a little given the current circumstance.
At the same time at Stellar Bar, Marvin was drinking and chatting with a group of his friends.
"Marvin, your fiancée is going to marry your brother!" One of Marvin's friends exclaimed while holding his phone.
Marvin puffed a smoke ring and snorted, "Bullshit!"
He thought to himself, 'A guy as aloof and proud as Kendrick will never be someone's backup plan."
"I'm serious. See for yourself if you don't believe me." That friend of Marvin, who also came from a rich family, had already handed Marvin his phone.
Marvin glanced at the phone screen and saw a report from some entertainment media.
"Grab some popcorn! The engagement scene of a wealthy family turned into a dramatic plot twist, straight out of a TV show! Marvin, the second son of the Gregory family, publicly rejected Annabelle, the third daughter of the Sanchez family, and she turned to Kendrick, the eldest son of the Gregory family at once. They danced and took a fancy to each other. Reliable sources claimed that they were planning to get married on an auspicious date!"
There was a video attached, in which Annabelle and Kendrick were dancing.
Marvin curled up his lips in disdain and thought, 'Didn't expect that bumpkin to be so versatile. She can even dance. Yet Kendrick? He just took over the woman I ditched? What for? To win Dad's favor? So lame. I would never fawn on Dad by sacrificing my marriage, not even in trade for the inheritance!'
Yet at that time, Marvin had no idea that in the near future, he would soon regret his decision.
Right now, he was in a great mood. He tossed away the phone, banged the table, and said loudly without hesitation, "It's all on me tonight! Everyone, have some fun!"
For a moment, the bar was filled with joy.
That night, Annabelle went home tired and went to bed at once. Her parents probably came back much later, so they didn't have the chance to talk.
The next morning, as soon as she was dressed, Gavyn and Briley brought her ID card to her room.
Gavyn instructed, "After you marry Mr. Gregory, be nice to him. Smile more."
Briley looked at her sideways. "Keep your veil on during the daytime, in case you'll frighten him. It'll be too embarrassing for us if you get dumped again."
Gavyn cleared his throat and said, "Your mom has a point..."
Annabelle was so sick and tired of their lecture. She said coldly, "I'm about to go out if you'll excuse me."
She had no appetite for breakfast, so she left directly.
That fire back then destroyed the Sanchez's old residence and ruined Annabelle's face.
Later, a mysterious man came to the door and told Annabelle's parents that she was a jinx and that they ought to send her away as soon as possible. They'd better cut her off for good.
To Annabelle's surprise, her parents bought the man's word. They left her in the temple alone and never visited her for more than a decade.
Now that the global financial crisis had hit the Sanchez Group hard, they wanted to cling to the Gregory family through marriage. However, their eldest daughter was married already. Although their second daughter was unmarried, they did not want her to be the victim of an arranged marriage. That was when they remembered their third daughter, who was living alone in the mountains.
Annabelle's heart was still filled with bitterness every time she thought about how cruel and cold her parents had been as well as how lonely and helpless she had felt during those days.
Now, she just wanted to repay her parents once and for all through the marriage.
'I don't owe them anything from now on,' she thought to herself.
At 8:30 a.m. the following morning, Annabelle arrived at the city hall on time.
Kendrick was already waiting for her at the door. He wore a dark blue blazer, which made him stand out even more, drawing the attention of the passers-by.
Annabelle stared at him, momentarily stunned. It still felt unreal to her that he would soon become her legal husband just one day after they had met.
What was more, she still did not know whether he was a gentleman or a beast.
What he had said the night before came to mind. He wouldn't marry her unless she took off her veil when she was with him.
Annabelle took a breath and took off her veil, though unwillingly, before walking over to Kendrick.
"Morning, Mr. Gregory."
The second Kendrick saw her, he was amazed.
Annabelle wore a white floral vintage dress, her hair loosely tied up at the back and secured with a mustard yellow silk scarf, giving her a graceful and demure appearance.
Her fair and tender face was even more beautiful in the sun. He could barely look away.
'She wasn't wearing the veil!' He thought, 'I guess she takes my words from yesterday seriously. That's my girl!'
Kendrick could not help but reach out to rub her head, and yet she immediately frowned at him and backed away.
"What are you doing?"
Kendrick felt a little embarrassed since he didn't expect that. Thus, he had to pretend to be calm and said, "You don't have to be that defensive! It's just you had something on your hair. I got it off for you."
When Kendrick heard his father's response, the turmoil he had been feeling for more than half a month finally found some comfort.However, there were still many questions in his heart. He was afraid that his father was hiding the truth just to spare his feelings. After all, according to Lydia's account, many things seemed to make sense.For instance, before his mother passed away, his father had stopped visiting her because he had learned about her affair with Damien and her pregnancy—meaning that Kendrick was the child of that affair.Kendrick vaguely remembered that once, his father had come to visit his mother, only to be thrown out by her. His mother had even said, “If you have the time, why don’t you go see your real son?” At that time, his parents were already separated, and when she referred to her "real son," it was likely referring to Marvin.This sentence carried another implication: Kendrick was not the biological son of his father.Lydia also claimed that his mother’s depr
When they arrived at the office, Kendrick first placed the food on the small round table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. The two of them set the table together, then went to wash their hands.There were two sinks in the lounge, but Kendrick insisted on squeezing in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and covered her hands with his own.They exchanged a smile, saying nothing. The feeling of happiness filled Annabelle’s heart.But as soon as she thought about how Kendrick wasn’t as carefree as he appeared, and how he was only pretending to be relaxed so she wouldn’t worry, Annabelle couldn’t help but feel heavy-hearted.During the meal, Annabelle didn’t bring up any heavy topics.After they finished eating and Kendrick had cleaned up the table, he sent her to the inner lounge to rest, telling her to take a nap before the driver would take her home.Annabelle grabbed Kendrick’s hand.Kendrick sat at the edge of the bed. "Do you want me to stay with you?"She pursed
Kendrick held Annabelle for a moment, then lifted his head from her shoulder, cupped her face, and kissed her forehead. "It's just that there have been too many things lately, and I'm a little tired. Don't worry."Annabelle's eyes filled with tears.It seemed like no matter what she did, she couldn’t get close to him, couldn’t help him with his worries. That feeling left her powerless.But he wasn’t willing to talk, and she couldn’t force him. If he didn’t want to speak, forcing him wouldn’t help.She helped him sit on a nearby chair, took off his tie, then his suit and shirt. She half-knelt in front of him to undo his belt. Although bending over was a bit hard now, this posture was more comfortable.But when Kendrick looked at her, there was a look of pain in his eyes. He urged her to get up, saying he could do it himself."Don’t move, sit still," Annabelle ordered.Kendrick smiled apologetically and gently stroked her cheek.Annabelle undid his belt and helped him remove his pants.
It had been a month since Julissa's wedding.In these past few weeks, Annabelle and Kendrick’s lives hadn’t been peaceful. First, there had been some complications with her pregnancy, and both of them were deeply affected. Fortunately, in the end, the baby was saved.However, the troubles didn’t end there. What was weighing on Annabelle’s mind more than anything was the situation with the Gregory family, which also involved Kendrick.The cause of this new issue was the death of Marvin's mother, Lydia.It had happened more than half a month ago. Lydia had a sudden heart attack in prison, but fortunately, it was noticed in time. She was rushed to the hospital, where doctors fought to save her life for several hours. In the end, she survived but was left paralyzed in bed—able to speak but unable to move her arms and legs.The doctors said she was young, and with active treatment, there was a good chance her physical functions could be restored.But no one expected that just a few days la
Rial gave her a helpless look. "Alright, since you want to hear it... but let's make it clear, if you're jealous, you can hit me, but you can't ignore me."Isabel patiently nodded. "Hurry up, I want to sleep after hearing this."So, in his embrace, she listened to him recount his past relationships.He said, strictly speaking, he had only ever had one girlfriend.That was when he was in college, and they had been together for several years.Unfortunately, they eventually broke up.He wrapped up years of story in just a few words.But Isabel could tell that he had been deeply invested in his first girlfriend, or else he wouldn't have said that, strictly speaking, she was the only one he had ever truly dated."Why did you break up?"He calmly replied, "There wasn’t anything special. She went abroad, and I chose to stay in the country. Maybe we both had things that were more important and harder to let go of, so neither of us was willing to compromise. It ended peacefully.""Just like th
Isabel raised her head and quickly glanced at Rial.He was gazing at her intently, waiting for her response.As adults, she understood perfectly well what he was hinting at and what he was expecting. It was clear that Rial had an interest in her, and he wanted her to willingly give herself to him.Isabel couldn't help but ask herself, Am I willing?Maybe she should be more cautious, and stop things before their relationship became more complicated.But in this situation, how could she refuse Rial?He was injured because of her, and now he just wanted her to help him wash his hair and get a good night's sleep. Could she really refuse?"Just so you know, I’m only helping you wash your hair," she said.He looked at her with a smile, "What, you want to wash something else?""...""Let’s go. This way." He gestured toward the stairs.Isabel bit her lip and followed him upstairs, entering his second-floor bedroom, and eventually into the bathroom.The room was filled with steam, and the bath