Chapter 6
I told Aiden everything that had happened.
He showed up in no time, wearing a neat suit and looking very proper. He also brought his family registration records with him.
I blinked, a bit puzzled.
He handed me an exquisitely wrapped gift box, his ears tinged with a faint blush.
He said, “I had this dress custom–made for you. Put it on, and we’ll go register our marriage.”
I stood there, stunned.
He gently took my hand and said in a soft, tempting voice, “Kaylee, didn’t Dylan say you’d never stop loving him? Then let’s get that marriage certificate. Let’s make it official and be together openly. Then, I can move in to keep you safe, okay?”
His words sounded sweet, exactly what I wanted, but something about it felt off.
Still, he wasn’t wrong.
We were planning to get married anyway, so registering early wasn’t a bad idea.
Thinking that, I turned around and went to ask my grandmother for my family registration records.
To my surprise, she remembered what happened earlier that day and
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raised her cane to hit me.
She yelled, “That guy treated you like garbage! And you still want to marry him?
“Are you really my granddaughter? He stepped all over your dignity!”
I quickly ducked and shouted back, “I’m not marrying him! I’m marrying Aiden!”
“Aiden?”
Grandmother whispered his name and slowly lowered her cane.
She lifted her head, as though recalling something, and let out a long breath.
“That boy from the Winslow family…”
She turned to me and, all of a sudden, smiled.
“If it’s him, then that’s good.
“Looks like he got what he was hoping for.”
I was still a bit lost, but my grandmother didn’t explain further. Instead, she opened the safe, pulled out the family registration record, and handed
it to me.
“Go. Treat him well.”
That’s how I ended up registering my marriage with Aiden.
At the City Hall, he held our marriage certificate and looked so happy he couldn’t stop smiling.
He quickly took out his phone and uploaded a photo of the certificate to
his Facebook.
The caption read, “My forever wife.”
His happiness was so obvious, and it made me freeze for a second.
Right then, I realized that our marriage wasn’t just about family ties or alliances.
He truly had feelings for me.
As he drove me home, I turned to him and asked how he knew my grandmother.
He gently took my hand and smiled.
“Kaylee, after you went abroad, I started visiting your grandma a lot. That’s how we got to know each other well.”
But deep down, I felt there was more to it than that.
But just as I was about to look into it more, my phone suddenly started ringing.
Dylan called me using a new number, and his tone sounded tense.
“Kaylee, how could you secretly marry someone else?” he said.
I gave a sarcastic laugh.
“You cheated on me and even had a child with someone else. Now I’m the bad one just for getting married?”
He sounded annoyed and started yelling over the phone.
“Don’t forget, most of your family’s orders rely on the partnership with the Gabbard Group. Without my support, your family business won’t last!”
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Then he ended the call without waiting for a reply.
I scoffed.
I wouldn’t have remembered if he hadn’t brought it up.
It was time for my family to stop working with the Gabbard Group.
If Aiden stepped in, he wouldn’t stop until they’d lost everything.
Aiden is a legendary business expert in Houston. People even call him Houston’s version of the Wolf of Wall Street.
He once crushed three major companies in a single night with his sharp
tactics.
But later, reporters found out those businesses were all involved in shady stuff.
Honestly, it felt like Aiden helped clean up some of the city’s biggest problems.
That thought crossed my mind, and I looked over at the
guy driving.
He was dressed in a sharp white suit. His hands on the wheel were long and strong, and the shape of his face was sharp and handsome.
The gold–rimmed glasses he wore made him look even more classy.
He had the look of someone who had just come out on top and was feeling proud of it.
“What a jerk,” I muttered without thinking.
Aiden gave a faint smile, his thin lips curling slightly.
