The silence in the mansion was deafening as I lay there fiddling with the blanket on Anthony’s body, but I was too lost in thought to be bothered by it.
Most married couples end up being annoyed with each other as the passion between them dies down. Very few are truly capable of loving each other till the end of their lives, and we were extremely lucky to be among the few. Although my feelings for Anthony had died down a little when I saw him again after six years, all of that came back when he pulled that huge stunt earlier. After all, who could possibly resist such a long and romantic confession from a man of few words like him? I felt like I was brought back to my twenties when I loved Anthony to death. For some reason, the painful memories of the past didn’t seem all that unbearable now that my broken heart and soul had been healed.
“What are you thinking about, Mrs. Featherstone?” Anthony’s deep voice came from beside me, making the atmosphere in the room a lot more romantic.
I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position and leaned against his chest. “Nothing much, really. I was just wondering when you snuck back into J City without telling me. I was thinking of visiting Grandpa with the kids.”
Anthony flashed me a faint smile and casually rubbed his hand over my shoulder as he said, “Why do you think I recorded my proposal at the family home? I’m sure Grandpa is able to rest in peace now.”
He then continued after a brief pause, “It’s the least I can do, given what I owe the Featherstones.”
Nicolas had destroyed everything the Featherstones owned with his selfishness and pettiness, leaving them with countless regrets that they would have to live with forever.
The past cannot be changed, and the dead cannot be brought back to life. The only thing we can do is to live our lives as best we can so that their efforts and sacrifices would not be in vain.
I gave him a few quick pecks on the lips to comfort him and wrapped my arms around his neck as I said coquettishly, “Thanks to you, the Featherstones are blessed with an amazing child like Gregory, so I’m sure Grandpa won’t blame you for what happened. Besides, are you sure you want to be talking about this on our wedding night?”
I didn’t really believe in the supernatural, but I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing while Anthony looked so depressed.
Anthony chuckled and leaned in close to breathe down my neck as he said, “Oh, right, I almost forgot about that. Every second matters on a wedding night, milady. We should continue where we left off if you have rested enough.”
My mind felt all fuzzy from his actions, and it took me all the willpower I could muster just to remain calm and sit upright in his arms. “I’m hungry, and I would like to have some fried chicken! Go make me some!” I tried to change the topic aggressively.
Thinking he had misheard, Anthony stared at me blankly for a moment before letting out a wry chuckle. “Wouldn’t it kill the mood to have fried chicken at a time like this, Mrs. Featherstone?”
I tugged at the blanket fiercely in response, only to get all flustered when I realized Anthony was naked underneath. I then quickly turned around before stammering, “I don’t care! If I have to starve because I can’t have fried chicken, then you’re not getting any action either!”
A smug grin formed on my face as I heard the sounds of him sighing which was then accompanied by the rustling of clothes as he got dressed.
Not bad! It seems he does understand the concept of “happy wife, happy life”, after all!
My brief moment of delight was quickly interrupted when Anthony called out from behind, “Come on, get dressed and I’ll take you to the night market.”
I crossed my arms at him and said, “I’m not going out. You’re the reason I’m feeling so tired, so you have to take responsibility for it by buying us dinner yourself!”
“The ninety-nine couples will be making their vows later. Are you sure you don’t want to see it?” Anthony asked with a playful wink as he put on his wedding attire.
After giving it some thought, I quickly threw the covers aside and began getting dressed, only to hit yet another snag.
As I was only able to get the outfit on with the help of Emery and two other staff members, I had no idea how to put it on by myself.
Anthony was about to put on his coat when he saw me standing still with a clueless look on my face. He then walked up to me and carefully helped me put the dress on one piece at a time.
He was so focused on what he was doing that both of his eyebrows were arched slightly like that of an eagle’s.
The lighting in the room was dim, but I could clearly see the calm expression on his face which gave me a strong sense of security.
I broke the silence by calling his name, “Anthony.”
“Yes?” he mumbled in response as he continued to help me with the dress.
“Do you really love me this much?” I asked with a sweet yet smug grin. It had been ages since I asked him such questions.
“I do,” Anthony replied. I was about to pout at his short response when he leaned in close to my ears and whispered, “To me, loving you is like breathing. It is something I do without having to learn how, and I would die without.”
His words melted my heart instantly, and I couldn’t bring myself to bully him any further. “But I’m full of flaws! I get emotional really easily, and I love messing with you all the time! In fact, I actually felt like I love my kids more than I love you up until today…”
My voice gradually grew softer as I realized I was practicing double standards by feeling depressed when I wouldn’t let Anthony do the same.
Anthony paused for a brief moment, only to continue his actions as he said calmly, “I’m fine with all that because I love you. Like I said at the wedding earlier, no one could compare to the place you have in my heart.”
He then looked me in the eye while adjusting my collar and asked, “Got that all memorized yet, Mrs. Featherstone?”
“Yeah.” I could only nod in response as I tried to fight my tears back.
With a satisfied smile on his face, Anthony put on his coat and handed me a mask as he said, “Here, put this on. All the Hanfu enthusiasts will be wearing masks tonight. Wouldn’t want people recognizing us, would we?”
Given the scale of our wedding today, his concerns were perfectly justified as we would surely attract a huge crowd if we were spotted.
However, we were recognized the moment we arrived at the night market.
“Wait a minute… Aren’t those the wedding attires worn by Anthony and Sienna earlier today?”
“There were ninety-nine couples getting married today, and these clothes all look similar anyway. That’s probably someone else.”
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s them. The designs may be similar, but Anthony and Sienna are the only ones with golden linings on their outfits. See that? It’s reflecting the light from the streetlamps above them!”
“Oh, my god! You’re right! Mr. Featherstone…”
The person was about to start a scene, but another quickly stopped him by saying, “Shh! Why are you yelling? They may be rich, but they’re human too! It’s obvious that they’re wearing masks so they can go on a romantic stroll like any other ordinary couple, so we shouldn’t expose them like this!”
“Yeah, you’re right… Still, we could tail them and see how rich couples spend their evening together, right?”
Soon, Anthony and I noticed a group of people creeping behind us and snapping pictures silently on their phones.
“I thought you said they wouldn’t recognize us?”
“My mistake. Just ignore them.”
How could I possibly ignore them when they’re practically taking up half the road?
The next thing I knew, Anthony made a blatant public display of affection by holding my hand in front of them.
I was burning bright red as I felt uncomfortable having that many people staring at us during intimate moments. Besides, it would ruin our relaxing stroll at the night market if we had a huge group of people following us around the whole time.
As we walked past the Hanfu flagship store, I had a great idea of how we could shake our “tail” and dragged Anthony inside.
As we made our way to the VIP area upstairs, the group of people barged into the store after us, much to the surprise of the sales staff. “I’m afraid we can only serve a limited number of customers at a time.
Please queue up in an orderly manner while you shop.”
Delighted by my own genius idea, I smiled gleefully as I continued running up the stairs.
We had just made it to the VIP area when the sales staff got into an argument with the customers downstairs.
“I’m sorry, but the lounge on the second floor is reserved for VIPs only.”
“How much does it cost for us to become a VIP? We’ll pay!”
“Very well, Sir. To become a VIP, you will have to spend a total of thirty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight in a single receipt. Will you be making the payment in cash or by card?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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