Chapter 38
Valerie deliberately retaliated against him for bringing in Terrence.
“Isn’t your relationship with the family bad? Why did you agree?” she asked, her voice laced with disdain.
She turned her head slightly and gave a faint smile, one that was filled with sorrow.
She had never expected Terrence to have any understanding of her. When the bloody truth was laid out before her, her heart couldn’t help but ache.
“None of your business!” Terrence snapped, his voice sharp.
Once again, he held Valerie’s hand tightly.
“Valerie!” he called, his voice filled with desperation.
Valerie glanced at the red mark on her wrist, the pressure of his grip still lingering, and slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes. His eyes were red, filled with a mixture of anger and pain.
A gentle breeze brushed against her long eyelashes, but her gaze remained as clear as ever, unclouded by emotion. “Terrence, you’re already my ex-boyfriend. A good ex should never show up unless he’s dead. Understand?” she said, her tone calm but final.
After saying that, she forcefully shook off his hand and, without another word, pushed Ricky into the City Hall.
Ricky, glancing over at the stunned Terrence, suddenly felt a pang of pity for him.
The two made their way to the registration office.
Ricky, still holding onto his composure, spoke, “It seems you’re serious this time.”
Valerie took out her ID card and, without hesitation, placed it on the counter. “Mr. Murray, there’s no need to repeatedly question my intentions. Since I’ve already agreed to marry you, I won’t go back on my word.”
She continued, her tone firm, “After marriage, I won’t keep in touch with my ex or cheat on you.”
Ricky raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on Valerie. “Where is your ID card?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.
She handed it to him without flinching.
Ricky didn’t want to marry Valerie. If he did, then Terrence wouldn’t be here now. But in this moment, he had no choice but to proceed. He looked at Valerie’s small and fair hand that had extended towards him, her determination written all over her face.
He could feel a flicker of something—frustration, regret, maybe even a fleeting hope—but he still wanted to make one final attempt.
“Don’t you think Terrence is very pitiful?” Ricky asked, his eyes shifting toward the door where Terrence stood, still frozen in shock, bathed in the soft morning light. The man seemed rooted to the spot, his posture rigid.
Valerie, however, didn’t look at Terrence at all. Instead, she extended her hand again, this time towards Ricky.
“ID card,” she said, her voice crisp and unwavering.
Ricky was speechless, feeling the weight of her words, and the frustration continued to build.
He squinted, glaring at the bodyguard behind him. “ID card,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
