Capítulo 8: A Purposive Marriage
"So everything is schemed by my father. He wants to kill me and get the property."
Amelia looked pale. The video made their family affection over the years evaporate.
"Don't be sad. You've known all of it. He is not your father. The reason he approached your mother was only for the property of the Harper family. It's unworthy of feeling sorry for the scum."
"They are not my family. They took care of my mother and me only for the property. So who is my birth father?" asked Amelia in surprise.
Looking at this man, Amelia's eyes were brimming with tears.
"It's unclear yet." Ethan looked at her with distress in his eyes.
What the girl had experienced touched his innermost feelings. It reminded him of a past event. He couldn't help raising his hand to stroke Amelia's pale face.
"Can you help me?"
Amelia held Ethan's hand. Now, she possessed nothing.
Ethan froze, "You want me to help you?"
Amelia nodded, and her eyes showed a hint of sternness. She answered in a fierce tone. "Yes. I need your help. I want to get back everything that belongs to me. Those are what my mother left for me. Besides, who on earth is my birth father? You can find it out, can't you?"
Finishing her words, Amelia stared at Ethan. At the moment, Ethan was like a savior to her. Amelia could hardly set herself against the Harper family both in capability and strength.
Ethan looked at Amelia seriously. His deep eyes could barely be seen through.
After stunning for a while, Ethan stood up, saying, "OK. But I have a catch."
"What's that?"
"Marry me."
"What?"
Amelia widened her eyes and stared at Ethan. She knew nothing about the man except for his name and address. Was it a reckless suggestion?
"You can think it over."
Ethan's firm tone didn't sound like a joke. But it indeed sounded ridiculous. Amelia knew she had nothing to lose. Why did she care about whom she would marry?
"I agree."
Ethan was a bit surprised on hearing the answer.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. But it's a hidden marriage. You can't make it public."
Ethan gave a slight smile at Amelia. There was joy in his eyes. "Don't you need to consider it seriously?"
"I know what's the most important to me now. Let's go to register now."
Looking at her in front of him, Ethan asked again, "Is this only because you want my help?"
"Yes. Cut the crap. Let's do it now."
"Huh? You wanna go now?"
...
At the circuit court.
"OK, the form is done here. Here's your marriage license..."
"A ceremony shall be held within 60 days..."
"Congratulations..."
...
Holding the license in her hand, Amelia looked up at the man in front of her. How dramatic it was! She was going to marry a guy called Ethan Frost.
"Do you really marry me to get my help?" Ethan popped the same question.
Amelia replied in a self-mockery tone. "Yeah. What otherwise do you think?"
"Oh, you made such a casual decision on the big event. Do you understand what I'm like?"
Ethan asked in a meaningful tone. He frowned and showed confusion in his eyes.
Amelia slightly smiled. After the survival and strike, marriage was a piece of cake for her.
"If you had asked me that question earlier, I might be interested and think it over. But now... doesn't matter." Amelia glanced at Ethan and strode away.
"Interesting!" Ethan wore a meaningful smile. There was joy and surprise in his eyes.
"Please, Mrs. Frost."
Ethan opened the car door and said in a teased tone. He held her by the waist and sent her into the car.
The sudden shift of identity and physical contact frightened Amelia. She didn't know how to react. Would they do what real couples do?
Amelia suddenly blushed and her heart raced. She felt a little embarrassed.
Ethan got in the car. Seeing her lovely blush, he couldn't help laughing out.
Although he only made a slight sound and it vanished right away, Amelia still felt nervous. She coughed slightly to relieve the awkwardness between them.
"Aren't you feeling good?"
"Ah... nope." Amelia turned her head away to escape from his gaze.
"Why did you cough?"
Amelia was confused whether his words were concern or mock.
"I..."
"Because you were thinking about our intimacy, right?"
Hearing that, Amelia couldn't help rolling her eyes. Why did he talk about such an awkward topic with her?
When they went back to the villa, Ethan said, "You must be tired. I'll cook now. Please put my stuff upstairs. I only have a pillow. Can you carry it?"
"What?"
Amelia was surprised and she blurted out.
"Yep. But if you feel it heavy, leave it to me. Go have a rest upstairs."
Finishing the words, Ethan went into the kitchen with a smile. He was busy preparing the food in the kitchen.
Seeing the pillow on the sofa, Amelia sighed and walked upstairs.
...
"Are you satisfied with the dinner? Let me know if you need me to adjust the flavor."
"It's so good. Really. I've never tasted such soup before. It tastes fresh."
"Soup is good for women."
They smiled at each other. Amelia thought she had never been treated like that before.
Under the soft light at night, they had conversations from time to time, creating a warm atmosphere.
"You should take a shower, and let me do the dishes. That's fair."
Seeing the woman walk into the kitchen, Ethan wore a slight smile. "She is indeed interesting," thought he.
Then, a loud bang came to Ethan's ears.
"What's wrong? Are you all right?"
"No problem. Don't worry about me. The bowls are close, and they bumped each other. But it's no big deal. I can handle it"
"Puff… Haha."
Hearing Amelia's reply, Ethan laughed out. He murmured, "She speaks such humorous words in such moment. She is really funny."
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