The next day, early morning.
Lazy rays of sunlight penetrated the white gauze curtains, casting fleeting shadows on the large hotel bed.
Amelia Sanchez slowly opened her eyes.
"Morning."
Albert Brown propped up his head lazily, watching her for who knows how long.
The light spilled onto his unparalleled handsome face, with a faint smile, his deep and beautiful eyes hooked up, and the hazy morning light gave his cold outline a layer of pale gold.
Amelia was stunned for a while, and the memories of last night flooded her mind.
She remembered how she coerced and enticed Albert Brown to take her to the hotel room, and as soon as she entered, she pushed him against the wall and leaned in to kiss him.
After the kiss, she looked at him with sparkling eyes, "You're really good-looking, I want to keep you forever, you'll be mine for the rest of your life, let's get married tomorrow!"
Amelia: ...
She finally understood why her bad friends did not like to take her drinking!
As the broken scenes from last night came to her mind, Amelia was so ashamed that she buried her head directly into the quilt.
Albert Brown couldn't help but laugh.
"Amelia," he softened his voice, teasing her with a gentle laugh, "Didn't you say you were going to get a marriage certificate with me today?"
"I don't want to anymore!" Amelia's face turned embarrassingly red.
She could count the men she had been in contact with in her life on one hand.
"That's not acceptable." Albert Brown deliberately teased her, "You've already taken advantage of me, and now you're thinking of backing out?"
Alas!
Whether she stepped forward or retreated, she'd still be in a bind.
Amelia recalled her ambitious aspirations, crawled out of the bed, her messy hair slightly disheveled on her small face, "Well...alright. You get up, I need to get dressed."
"Okay."
Albert Brown stood up straight, revealing his lean and toned perfect figure. Amelia's face turned red instantly, she quickly turned around, randomly grabbing her clothes and putting them on.
A while later, after breakfast, Amelia drove a relatively ordinary but brand-new car worth more than a hundred thousand dollars.
Albert Brown raised his eyebrows when he saw it, as he clearly remembered Amelia had taken a taxi last night.
"Come on, let's go get the certificate." Amelia had already accepted the outcome.
If she didn't marry, her mother would continue to be anxious and worried, not to mention her master, who would definitely push her into blind dates every day.
Amelia didn't want to step into that hell again. Besides, getting married didn't make much of a difference to her; she could always get a divorce whenever she wanted!
"By the way," Amelia glanced at Albert Brown in the co-pilot's seat, "Did you bring your ID and household register?"
"Mm."
A lazy smile appeared on the corner of Albert Brown's mouth, "I had a friend send them over this morning."
Amelia was satisfied. Her car and credentials were also secretly arranged by her good friend early in the morning while Albert Brown was taking a bath.
The two of them drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
In less than fifteen minutes, with fresh red booklets in hand, Amelia found that the man beside her had not stopped smiling all day.
"Are you really that happy?" Amelia asked, touching her chin.
Albert Brown glanced at her with deep meaning, "Shouldn't I be happy about being kept?"
"...That's true."
Amelia Sanchez didn't have someone investigate Albert Brown's background. After all, anyone who had to become a male escort in a nightclub at 26 years old must have experienced a significant change in their life.
They had already agreed in the car not to inquire about each other's past and to focus on living well in the present.
Anyway, when enough time had passed, they could find a heart-wrenching reason to divorce and claim that they were too hurt to ever marry again. Wouldn't that work out for both of them?
Amelia Sanchez happily parked the car at the location Albert Brown had specified. It was a bustling square in the city center where the surrounding housing prices approached 90,000 per square meter, a place Albert Brown certainly couldn't afford to live in.
After all, he was just a poor young man who had lost his way.
"Here." Amelia's thoughts raced as she pulled out several hundred-dollar bills. "Take this for a taxi."
Albert Brown hesitated, his expression stiffening slightly.
Young Master Brown, who had signed several tens of millions worth of contracts without even blinking an eye in the business field, encountered a few hundred-dollar bills for the first time.
His image as a destitute person had already been solidified in Amelia's mind. Albert Brown had no choice but to accept it in silence, "Thank you."
"No problem! I'll get you a supplementary card tomorrow." Amelia grinned. "You go back first, remember to pack your things, and I'll pick you up at this time tomorrow to move into our new place."
"Alright."
Looking into Amelia's watery eyes, Albert Brown had a thought.
While she wasn't paying attention, he leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.
The light touch felt like a dragonfly skimming the water. Her lips felt warmth and softness for a moment, before Amelia looked up and saw Albert Brown get out of the car with a smile, "I'm fulfilling my husbandly duties."
Hmm… it didn't seem too bad.
Amelia convinced herself silently, wasn't she after his good looks after all?
She drove home, found the keys, and unlocked the door.
"Amelia, haven't I always taught you better than this? How dare you spend the night away from home?!" Amelia's mother, her eyes swollen from crying, scolded hoarsely from the sofa.
Amelia suddenly remembered that her phone had been off for a while, "I slept at a friend's house... I forgot to tell you."
"How can you act like this? You're a grown woman, but you don't know how to protect yourself? Haven't you heard enough news stories about single women being killed? What if, what if..."
Amelia's mother began to cry again.
Amelia genuinely wondered whether her mother was made of water. She sighed, and was about to soothe her mother when she saw Father Lincoln sitting nearby.
On his seemingly honest face was a shrewd expression, "Amelia, I feel bad about what happened with Tania yesterday, so I've decided to find a match for you."
"I have a distant relative, whom you've met during the New Year, Shane Goodwin, he's willing to marry you!"
Amelia mentally searched and finally connected the oily-faced, potbellied, and sleazy-looking older man who had tried to secretly capture photos under her and Tania's skirts.
"I won't marry him." Amelia frowned, disgusted.
At that moment, Tania, wearing a cute blue-green dress, walked into the living room and deliberately flaunted herself in front of Amelia. "Elder sister, just agree! Look, what other men would want you now!"
"That's right!" Father Lincoln chimed in. "Although Shane might be a bit odd, he has a good heart. He has a house and a car; he won't treat you poorly if you marry him!"
"If he's so good, why don't you let Tania marry him?" Amelia asked sarcastically.
She stood imposingly, her cold and sharp eyes sweeping over Father and Daughter Lincoln, "What kind of person do you think he is? Why the hell should I marry such a dumbass? If you like him so much, marry Tania off to him!"
"How can you speak like that?!" Father Lincoln exclaimed, "I'm your elder!"
"So you know you're an elder!" Amelia sneered, "Where's the logic in you being reluctant to let your own daughter marry, but pushing someone else's daughter into the fire pit?"
Amelia's mother stopped crying and pulled Father Lincoln aside, "You... don't say anything right now... can Amelia be in a good mood?"
"Elder sister, think about it." Tania's eyes flashed with contempt, "If you don't agree, in the future you'll only find worse men!"
Amelia Sanchez gave a faint smile, "I haven't forgotten. You are the one who caused all this trouble, right? Tell me, if you hadn't crawled into Paulo Johnson's bed, would any of this have happened?"
"Elder sister!"
Tania Lincoln panicked and quickly tried to stop her.
Her expression changed, and she pretended to be weak, looking at Amelia Sanchez with grievance, "Paulo and I are truly in love, elder sister. I never intended to take what's yours."
In the more than two years since their mother's second marriage, this was not the first time Tania Lincoln had blatantly tried to snatch something away.
Amelia had been too lazy to settle scores with her in the past, in order to avoid causing their mother distress at home.
But things are different now.
She was a married woman who was going to move out. Amelia threw the warm marriage certificate on Tania's face: "Come to think of it, I have to thank you. If it wasn't for your affair with Paulo, I wouldn't have noticed that he's such a scumbag."
Amelia and Paulo had originally planned to make a fake marriage certificate when they went to register. The idea was to just live separate lives afterwards.
But they didn't expect things to be so simple this time.
"No, it's impossible!" Tania Lincoln couldn't believe it and flipped through the marriage certificate. When she saw the extremely handsome man beside Amelia Sanchez in the photo, her eyes dimmed.
How could Amelia possibly find such a handsome man?
And isn't he much more handsome than Paulo Johnson?
Tania bit her lip, envious and unwilling, "Don't think that you can fool us with a fake marriage certificate and a random, unknown celebrity!"
Mother Sanchez snatched the marriage certificate, studied it carefully several times, and hesitated to ask, "Amelia, how long have you known this man?"
"It must be you who cheated first!" Tania Lincoln thought she had grabbed a hold of a handle and triumphantly said, "You even accused me and Paulo Johnson of having an affair! It's clear that you are the one who's unfaithful!"
Amelia gave her a look as if she was an idiot, "I just met him yesterday. Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?"
"But still..."
Thinking about how Shane Goodwin had promised his family a large sum of money if they could get Amelia Sanchez to marry him, Father Lincoln clenched his teeth and said, "This man is obviously unreliable. He must be trying to cheat you out of your money. Listen to your uncle and come back to marry Shane Goodwin!"
"Amelia, can we trust this man?" Mother Sanchez was worried, knowing her own judgment in men was incredibly poor, and she feared it was the same for Amelia.
Amelia nodded, ignoring Father Lincoln, "He is reliable. Mom, don't worry. We are moving to our wedding room in the Rose Garden tomorrow."
She took back the marriage certificate, and the steel stamp on it had convinced Mother Sanchez that it was genuine.
"I'm going to my room to get some sleep now."
Behind her, Tania Lincoln stared at Amelia's retreating figure, her jealousy tightening her grip.
*
Early the next day, without saying goodbye to her family, Amelia went straight to meet Albert Brown and headed together to the Rose Garden.
The house was close to the city area, surrounded by sunlight. The spacious and comfortable living room was brightly and simply decorated in white, making the small duplex apartment feel exceptionally warm and cozy.
"You can sign this."
Amelia was sitting on the sofa by the window, generously handing over a property transfer document to Albert Brown.
Even in a relationship like this, Amelia didn't want to take advantage of others.
Wasn't it said that men who kept mistresses usually gave gifts like bags, cars, and houses?
Amelia followed suit, "This house, as a pre-marriage property, is my gift to you. Even if we divorce in the future, this will still belong to you."
"...I'm very satisfied." Albert Brown buried his doubts about the house being worth 3 million deep in his heart, his lips elegantly curving up. He picked up a pen and signed his name flamboyantly.
At the moment he finished paying, Amelia suddenly remembered her role as a small company employee and coughed lightly, "Uh, the monthly mortgage is 4,000."
Albert Brown fell silent.
As expected, the sculpture by international master Ken which he had seen earlier on the wardrobe in the entrance hall, worth 60 million, was a fake!
They still have to pay the mortgage!
"This is a supplementary card, all the money I made from stock trading is here." Amelia Sanchez handed the card over, "You can use it as you wish."
Taking it with a subtle feeling, Albert Brown, who owns one of the fifty limited global black cards, replied, "Hmm."
"Amelia." His tender voice sounded.
As Amelia looked up, she saw his deep, dark eyes and handsome face deliberately approaching her, his hand taking hers, half of his body pressing against hers.
He leaned in close and whispered gently, "If you're this good to me, what am I supposed to do if I want to depend on you for the rest of my life?"
"Well..." Amelia blushed slightly, and with the remaining reason, she jokingly replied: "Being lazy is not how one should live."
Albert Brown chuckled under his breath.
He hummed, grabbed Amelia's hand, and kissed her lips gently, deliberately lowering his voice, and said ambiguously, "Then I'll work harder tonight to make sure you're satisfied."
Amelia's face turned completely red now.
Seeing her like this, Albert Brown chuckled, his eyebrows raised, youthful energy filling the room. With one hand on the sofa, his dark, deep eyes focused only on Amelia.
For a moment, a scene flashed through Amelia's mind.
She was slightly stunned, suddenly feeling that Albert Brown's face looked very familiar.
Could it be that they had met before?
Just as she was about to ask, suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door.
"I'll get the door." Albert Brown got up.
As soon as it opened, Tania Lincoln stormed in, "Amelia! Did you seduce men to act as their mistress, cheating them out of money to buy this house?!"
She was triumphant, "I've checked, you can't afford the price of this place!"
"Amelia." Mother Sanchez, who was standing behind Tania, also came in. Her eyes were red, and she worriedly said, "Please, don't do anything foolish."
"I didn't buy it." Amelia honestly shrugged it off and pointed at Albert Brown, her face innocent, "It's my husband's. If you don't believe me, check it out. His name is on the property certificate."
Originally, Albert's frown relaxed thanks to Amelia's "husband" remark.
He hooked his lips in satisfaction, his cold eyes staring at Tania, "So, did you just barge in here early in the morning to slander Amelia?"
"No, no..." Tania's heart raced as she saw Albert Brown up close, her face flushing.
She pressed on, "I'm just worried that my sister is on the wrong path... The housing prices here are so expensive... "
Mother Sanchez, who had almost believed Tania after listening to her all night, anxiously looked at Albert Brown, "Young man, what do you do for a living?"
"Programmer." Albert answered, maintaining a straight face.
Amelia was satisfied with his acting and winked at him, the corners of her mouth turning up.
Seeing the two of them flirting, the budding feelings Tania had just had were replaced by jealousy.
Why did Amelia have such good luck?
She didn't deserve such a great guy!
"So that's it, my dear sister, I thought you liked Paulo Johnson so much, but you must have had your eyes on him from the start, thinking he had more money, and that's when you cheated!"
Tania scoffed, aggressively confronting Amelia, "You're stepping on two boats at once, you really have no shame!"
"Tania!" Mother Sanchez was not good at arguing, so she just frowned, "How can you talk like that to your sister?"
"But it's the truth!" Seeing Albert Brown's face growing increasingly gloomy, Tania secretly rejoiced.
She feigned indignation, "Mr. Brown, even though I love my sister, I can't stand to see you being kept in the dark!"
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