Helen's POV:
The boldest and most impulsive act I had ever committed in my whole life was to marry George.
Although it was just the act of registering our marriage in the City Hall and not a public wedding, it was
one helluva decision that I spontaneously made.
It all happened so fast that my head was still spinning.I tossed and turned all night thinking about what
George had said.
After weighing the pros and cons of marrying George, I came to the final conclusion that the
advantages far outweighed the disadvantages for me at this moment.
Subsequently, I said yes to George’s proposal.
The procedures went through so fast that there was no room for me to rethink whether I’d made the
right decision or not.I was in a state of dwam when I walked out of building as a married woman.I never
thought that I would get married so soon.
Was I too impulsive in my actions? When I looked up at George, I found that he was also staring back
at me, his eyes unblinking and earnest.
He gazed at me without saying anything for a long time.I thought maybe he had changed his mind.
If he did, we could get a divorce right away.
Suddenly, he raised his smiling eyes.
"Let’s have dinner tonight to celebrate this momentous occasion.I was silent for a moment before I
gladly nodded.
"Okay."
When I arrived at the law firm, I suddenly thought about something I hadn’t thought about before.
It was definitely advantageous to me to marry George, but what could he get from this marriage? It
would not work in his favor.I picked up my phone and sent George a message.
"Are you busy?"
"What’s wrong?" he replied immediately.
"We’ve only been apart for a few minutes. Do you already miss me?"
"Tell me.Why did you marry me? Is it just because that's what my mother wants?"
I still felt like it was just a dream, so I wanted to make sure again.I had pinched myself to make sure I
was not dreaming, but I wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth.
"I guess it's because I was trying to be the hero and save the damsel in distress."
That was George’s reply.I rubbed my forehead and noticed that Gorge was only joking.
"Seriously, why did you marry me? Our marriage hardly works to your advantage.In fact, you have to
sacrifice your own happiness.So, why?" I asked again.
"Do you want the truth?" George responded after a while.
"I marry you because I love you.The other important reason is that I want to put an end to the blind
dates that my family arranges for me.
Helen, getting married is a win-win situation for both of us.
We love each other and are not in it to gain something from the other person."Although I couldn't see
his expression, I conjured an image of his serious face as he spoke.
"So it's not because you feel sorry for me?" I asked, compressing my lips.
I believed that was the most possible reason why he married me.
"Am I supposed to marry everyone I feel sorry for?" George asked a rhetorical question.
He had finally convinced me and I let it go.I then calmly went about my work.
Once I got busy, time flew by quickly.
Before I realized it, all my colleagues had already left and I was the only one in the office.I looked at my
watch and was shocked that it was already 9 o’clock in the evening.I also saw an unread message
from George on my phone.
"Call me when you finish your work. I'll pick you up."
I quickly gathered my stuff and went downstairs.
As soon as I reached the curb and was about to call him, George’s car screeched to a halt in front of
me.He lowered the window.
"Get in." I quickly opened the door to the passenger seat and got in.
He stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel skillfully.
However, he wasn’t driving towards my apartment.I looked at him in surprise.
"I'm sure my apartment is in the opposite direction."
"I know.I have a surprise planned for you.Let's go to a special place where we can celebrate our first
day of marriage," explained George.
Why did he take our first day of marriage so seriously? It was so unlike him to make such sentimental
remarks. I felt ill at ease, and my cheeks began to burn.
The car soon entered an upmarket neighborhood in the center of the city.
This place looked familiar to me.
It took me a while but then I remembered that it was the neighborhood that George had brought me to
onNew Year's Eve.
"I've had someone clean the apartment here and furnish it.The furniture is similar in style to your own
apartment.In fact, much of this place is decorated like your own apartment.But if you don't like it, I can
change it," said George, as he led me into the elevator.
"George, I didn't say that I wanted to live with you."
I looked at him oddly.
"Helen, we’re husband and wife now.That changes everything.Whatever I own, including this
apartment, is yours.You have the right to use it and dispose of it," George reminded me matter-of-factly.
When we got to the door, George took my hand and pressed it onto the fingerprint lock.
Immediately, the door swung open.
The last time I was here, he had pressed my hand and entered my fingerprint and facial features into
the lock system.
But today was the first time that I'd actually used it.
"Welcome home, Mrs.Affleck!"
George opened the door slowly and looked at me, his eyes exuding sincere love and respect.
His voice was soft and magnetic.I stood in the doorway, feeling my face and ears redden.
It was so heartwarming to be called Mrs.Affleck.
Everything was smoothly flowing in a direction I least expected.
It felt wonderful! I didn't expect any of this when I said yes to his proposal.I agreed to marry George on
my mother's insistence and so that she would feel relieved.
I personally had no interest in marriage and did not have time to spare to cultivate and sustain a
relationship.
Since my mother wanted to see me married and George was willing to marry me, I did not hesitate to
satisfy them both.I had nothing to lose by doing this.
Besides, marrying George, someone I knew for years, was better than marrying some random guy,
right? 1 I was very calm until I heard him call me 'Mrs.Affleck’.
I was stunned.But I dare say it had a good ring to it.
As we walked in, George held me in his arms.His minty breath warmed my cheeks.
"Helen, I'm serious," said George in a deep, gentle voice.
I buried my face in his chest.
My body was rigid, but my heart was softer than melted butter.I used to shy away from exploring my
love for him.I had erected solid walls around my heart to keep him away from me.
But now, his loving words just blew over those walls and they came tumbling down.
We hugged each other for a long time without saying anything, and then he let go of me and said,"Wait
for me in the dining room.I'll be back in a jiffy."
The dining room was simply yet elegantly decorated.
The overall color of the place was similar to my own apartment.
George had taken the trouble to decorate it the way I loved it.
Soon George came in, pushing a food cart with a logo on it.
I gathered he had not cooked the dishes himself.
"I thought you would cook for me." I curled my lips, pretending to be disappointed.
"Of course.Our kitchen wasn't ready yet, so I cooked in the kitchen of the clubhouse downstairs,"
replied George.
We were not having simple home-cooked dishes tonight, but classic French meals.He gracefully set
out the dishes from the food cart in the order to be consumed.
We started with the appetizer, and then the soup, followed by the main course and finally the desert.
He had prepared everything meticulously.
I savored my food quietly and all my tiredness gradually dissolved.
After dinner, George reached out his hand to me.
"Give me your hand," said George with a suggestion of pleasure in his voice.
I gave him my hand.
As soon as I touched the tip of his finger, he held my hand tightly.
Then he unboxed a beautiful ring with the other hand.
It was a flawless diamond ring, sparkling magnificently in the brilliant light.
Before I had time to admire it further, George had slipped it on my ring finger.
It felt so good to wear such a splendid diamond ring.
I was almost blinded by the dazzling luminescence of this symbol of George’s love for me.
Instinctively, I tried to withdraw my hand, but George held it even more tightly.
He looked at me with his deep and tenacious eyes.
"Helen, I’m serious about you. I know what you are thinking. It’s okay. You can take your time, and I will
follow your pace."
His eyes unfolded an enigma. I nodded for some reason and looked at him, lost in deep thought for a
moment.
"So, do you like it?"
George held my hand and gently stroked my ring finger with his thumb, a bright smile in his eyes.
"Yes, I do. I love it!" I nodded.
"But George, I'm not ready to make our relationship public yet," I said after a moment of silence.
Perhaps one day George would meet another woman whom he loved more and he would want to
terminate our relationship.
If we kept our relationship under wraps, then it wouldn't be too embarrassing for him to move on.
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